Who Here Has Heard of Ether? The meadow was like a child, hip-height and wild. The moths had no hope for holding onto any shadow, let alone their own, which … Read the rest

Transit I want more small kindnesses: glass stained in every direction, the windows stacked tall, a looping stop. Pick a side already: the sky or the sea. More rain or … Read the rest

Within a Secret Cloud Where to grow my orchid that will last for a thousand years … big decisions take many tiny minds– like Dracula in his den my persecutors … Read the rest

  Post-Storm Assessment I spray X on my front door. I set the table, plastic on plastic, secured by stone. Two days after the hurricane, I grill freezer burned flanks … Read the rest

Firstborn A day after the afterbirth’s been rubbed off your head (“like a coconut with injured sentience,” dark-haired and howling) we call you Everett, which means, we learn, brave as … Read the rest