I have buried my share and hardly anyone knows.
A house must hold ghosts, writing
Names across funereal woods and windows
Good for viewing the lingering past.
This night of telescopes fixes the cold
October sky—a Saturn so delicate as if
Sketched by moths holding to nearby stones
For their lives. The sutures of the moon drift
Into sharpness and a man points to the inevitable screen
Another haunt in this dim garden where voices …
Hugging you’s hard enough when you’re awake,
but to worm my arm under your downed trunk,
plutonium-core sequoia, and hold on? Pft.
Not with electric jolts reanimating your limbs in
In the airless, fluorescent lung of a department store,
I am trying not to laugh at the wolf’s face
printed across the crotch of a pair of boxer briefs.
I nearly …
I woke to rain
and wondered if that meant
the sky was trying
to be a prayer. Teary-eyed
and drooping are the clouds
inside my voice.
No one ever taught
water …
Make me write like a dog
gnawing a bone. Not anger,
but that animation, that knowing
focus and breath. The just as easy
letting go,
down into the dirt,
what …
I.
Procure his bone-dry clay & burnish,
synchronous glide and precision.
Red Eared Slider stares beyond aquarium rim,
four feet shy of two from shell to carpet.
Aspen drum, synesthesia’s sunflower.
What are …
by Laton Carter Two perfect dandelions hover stemless above the grass. The leopard is in repose, and the squirrel, upright on its haunches, offers to …
Mark DiPietro, recently reclassified as the only kid on the street with divorced parents, reaped the benefits when his absent father returned at Christmas with Globetrotter tickets. Classified as best …
I. The teenaged girl’s parents knew not to wait till the night before prom to tell her she couldn’t go. They started watching her weeks earlier, wiping lipstick off the …
I am in a eucalyptus grove next to a playground. I am seven, or eight, my school is Catholic, and recess begins and ends with a bell that stings. You …
