Searching, desperatefor any green thingany live thingto break upthe monochromatic khaki on tanconcrete sidewalkssolid cream structureswhat I wouldn’t givefor a little roadkill something soft,threatening to breathegoading me to looktoo long or not at allthe same thrill dashed feathersfur matted brownpaper piñata belly burstdeath heavy somehowand so, so fragile my own gutstumbled out of meand I wonderwho was brave enoughor... Continue Reading →

The wrong dirt road. A delicious dark surrounds our second-hand van.We’re stuck sucking in star-filled air. Silent, thinking          about a block of gray sky and harvesting fruit in the mist. We’re picking apples all day. The only instructions: pick them all. Braeburns in the mud—bruised, but good for juice. Pink ladies on the ground, goldens in the... Continue Reading →