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In Charge of Birds

We follow the robin as long as we can, our eyes tracing the curlicue of her path. She hops behind bushes and we crouch to find her....

Capacitance

Coronary sinus that fills and releases. Cascading breath falls to basin. Small branches stretched exhaling temperamental at best. Thumbprints on frosted glass. Windows outlooking lots. Full of forgotten...

The Rise of Negation

Your memories like cells...these imperfect combinations

Greylock Glen

yarrow+ ferns +vetch +++clamber over stone foundations ++++++++of the vanished cabins ++++++++of the extraordinarily stubborn who tried to farm steep slopes +++who built beside quick brooks but one day had...

How My Heart Gets Said

I stop for the view on the horizon, it’s true, or partly true every place is a vista I keep going to. It’s true, or partly true I can’t...
Couple on a Fence

Motion Harmony #3

He undresses her jewel-hard mind

World on Fire

Day is blood-orange red because fire possesses everything now, because fire says, enough. Rain is lost over the ocean. Jump, says dolphin, water and rocks will catch you. Believe...

Nacre

+++I am the remnant for my mother’s cousin Pearl, a totem standing in the shoes she had worn +++in my mother’s affections. I’m not sure anymore how, of...

How Lonely Sat the Town

Quarry houses like napping men flanked us. We were born on the day of other births, many other births. Inside the train tracks were the sounds...

Dominic

The light dipped behind the acacia tree. This was the beginning of triumph. We thought. Until the cicadas so I couldn’t hear him. His possible many declarations...

Waking Up

A prose poem woke up in an alley. He was lying on the pavement among trash bins, empty bottles, cigarette butts and the smell...

Benign Indignities

Let the waves wash behind you and watch beautiful natural images as Kim Stafford reads aloud in this fusion of word, image, and tune: