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.
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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
Lament for an Endling
Did fires burn through the last ancient woodland? /
Boughs that breathed the air before us, /
Reached deep into soil our fingers never touched.