Volume 7.2 | Winter 2024
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U-Turn
Nothing morethan a glimpseof another white-belliedcooper hawk at rest along the interstate,or a no-traffic evening,that feel…
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Respite
The vibrancy in that small cafeall of us concerned mostlyabout breakfast. Around the corner wide sky…
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Yield
Under the triple-laned lit up turnpike overpass,sharp-tipped weedsreach through weathered rocks, as if unawareof how hard someonetried to stop them. There is growth under…
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Affixed
each saguaro pillar in this bare-but-full, sparse-but-ample hill-side forest is a bone in a body i didn’t know i had.…
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A Season of Sweet Violence
With fallcomes deathin the form of brown leavesloving the wind for a final time.These pastoral morningsbuilt of red and orange…
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A Renewal by Moonlight
1Sing your psalms to the west. Bestto throw your prayers to the Pacific,if it will have them. The tepid Atlanticdoesn’t…
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Coach
I didn’t want to call it daycare for the adults. First of all because it was at night and misnomers…
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Limbo
My wife and I share a hospital gurney,trying not to fall off of it,unable to sleep.It’s a Friday night and…
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Sanctuary
Because I cannot write a poemabout the cat that got dumpedfrom a moving car last spring,cannot translate the momentshe froze…
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Clovers
I wonder sometimes what I can doabout all this messin my house, my yard, the world.I pull the garden cart…