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 …
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 …
My mother calls about a new house
they might move to, there were legal issues,
but also a big lot.
Won’t the fires affect California
property values, I ask, also …
All this late morning in the newly winnowed trees
squirrels are chirring, as though each one inside
had a miniature fan rotating urgently,
the impossibly rapid rpms of their language.
I …
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
Como antídoto al miedo,
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 …
1 Jan and her boyfriend rented movies, stayed up all night, and made love after each film. This, to Jan, was sublime: sex with the afterimage of a blue car driving …
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