13 Jun Postcard
No moon, no man.Thus ends theprognostications. ...
13 Jun For Instance
what do you meanare you happy did a lizard crossour path on the wayto the churcha dog or a hare beloved we sawa spideran owl hootsbetween the housesto be sure we never enteredwith the left foot first purple pansies pickedon a fine dayfor a promise of rain ...
13 Jun Everyone
is a suspect even you the squirrel earned that brush of a tail hiding her eyes but still learnedwhat Eve gave time will reveal if you concealed a toad’s heart to your difficultsatisfaction spit three timesin my face if you must but we saw you do it perhaps you met some flatfooted fellowon a Monday morning the sea will...
13 Jun Fruits of the Earth
if a thousand years passed in an instant I might arrive to great festivals of firemy defining sorrows defended by charms of ashes in my shoes a germ of fertility burned from the civilized and the savagetorches blazing to bless the bantam crop with smoke bonfires on the periphery to fend off lightning and...
13 Jun Rest Easy
you don’t say muchbut you have an unquiet mindtears of mournersweighing restlesswindows shuttered bolts shot in the housethough the living lifted your bedof pigeon featherspall placed right-side outon the coffinnone of us found wormsin an oak appleand acorns came togetherin the basinfor wedding bells ...
13 Jun Write It Down
I had an idea but I lost italone like the yellowhammerdrinking drops of temptation’s bloodno tingling in my left ear to speak ofwho are the unwell wishersI hadn’t robbed an eagle’s nestthough the onus is hungbring some church dust for my lingering deathmay-cats chase glowwormsalmost never...
13 Jun Algorithm
trees don’t remain in feardespite those whostare from windows with guts hollowat break of daybut I do cutting a wand of rowan wishing that ravings of hope the tolerant armof oaks would bear ...
13 Jun Looking For Luck
I thought sadness would save methe sun would bow his facepigs first to see the wind at low tide tell me all I need to knowmisreading clues of dressmakers that dropped their scissors drank rainwater infallibly washed with coinslegacies of swans singing their deathsa call for rose petals...
13 Jun sü-pər-ˈsti-shən
sü-pər-ˈsti-shən Machines are metal, they serve us, we take care of them.This is to me, and this is to you. – Joanne Kyger superstition: a notion maintained despite evidence to the contrary– Merriam-Webster Borrowing from the origins and wid espread diffusion of superstitious beliefs, the poems in sü-pər-ˈsti-shənare interested...