Wedged like a mint in the oiled airway of the world,
the Ever Given waits for the moon to pry open
its throat for water. I’ve slid into the couch, a lost
lozenge. Can’t look up or back, dream-sousing
the great books in the library of Alexandria
that burned—ones I didn’t write. I’ve got nothing
on the forces of nature. No rising tide. No lift out
of this bucket-stupor. Egyptians cut the isthmus
deeper. Farmers filled and …
It’s July 2020, and San Diego is in a heat wave, but I don’t care; I’m baking bread. I can’t force fools on the street to wear masks, or stop the president …
Loneliness thick as the fields of wheat. Wheat I walk through
daily, scent of heat and silt. It shimmers in the breeze,
the sun unfurling over the hills. I …
The city seemed like a mushroom, a cement mycelium inserting itself into new corners of the valley, fragmenting blocks of countryside and then flooding in like a gray tide to …
After the car accident I bought the game :: now when I close my eyes I see the cliff-sides and dense tree cover, the fog shrouded island and the shimmering …
I find her seated at the kitchen table at two a.m., her red dress a large heart in the dark’s chest. I flip the light switch: she stares past the …
From space the river is loose thread. Frayed but clearly discernible. A wall but not a wall. At county, a jailer winds it around his neck. Surrenders to unconditional embrace. …
C: I’m Claire, I’m an avid reader, aspiring writer, and I collect a lot of books filling the entire house so there are only narrow crevices to squeeze …
