RURAL GOTHIC

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 stand at the edge,
cupping my mouth around someone’s name. A cloud of gnats
 
makes chaos of the August air. We need a word for this:
feeling far from home when you’re right there.
 
And what is to miss but a catch in …

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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 …

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All this late morning in the newly winnowed trees
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As an antidote to fear,
with the yellowed desperation of the shipwrecked,
as a way of conjuring Spirit, its flickering green flame.

 
 

LEYENDO A EMMA GOLDMAN

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Climate (1) | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Climate (1)

My gift in the new silence
 
is the old silence. To see myself
 
in an armful of swords or the person beneath
 
who curls one hand as …