Suddenly the trees are tinged with flame.
The green is burning at the corners
like a blade of grass withering beneath a light-directing lens.
All Posts
Gaps in the Gums
Thirty years ago there was a golden sun /
Whose light fed a pear tree
Zed Equanimity
Living together in the Outlands
Rites of Return
The coots came home the week the bombs began./
The dark dimples of their bodies/
rested in the divots of the ripples
Mexico
At Tenochtitlan, the sun beat down harshly / The sweltering heat made the gravel and sand swim and go hazy
Pollen
I don’t have anything happening to me that hasn’t already muddled its way through you.
Anthropocene Angel
Little moments of beauty and cruelty that excite its angelic tendencies