This Dimming Light Between Us

The days, you keep tying them to hooks on the ceiling. Clay ornaments on strings knocking together like wind chimes in a summer storm or the eerie jingle of the Good Humor truck driving by. Somehow both immediate and fleeting. They make the most delicate clamor The noise sends me out of the house late at …

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The Aniseed

a woman found an aniseed among some withered recipes inside: recumbent fantasies Of gray days swelled with ecstasy  

Fall Away

No one sees the sun the same some notice shadows     some the glow floating in between damask curtains lenses pinpointing the here     now     today maybe some regard its power as a threat fretting ultraviolet     infrared     gamma? mamas mostly     smearing white chemical wool over the backs of …

Vagabond

The day I moved into the hollow of a giant redwood the crowberry eyes of a family of martens appraised my ragged chin, my desperate need for shelter, and rightly deemed me harmless. They knew the city does not shelter those that need it most. I unpacked my life, slept below the red wood sky as constellations …

The Aerialists

It's easy to idolize the women floating above you. The footlights set their sequins on fire; the music spins them between gasps and cables. You appreciate the simplicity, the reliance on ribbons, the swinging on silks. Their work is to be upside down, arms extended, hanging by an ankle to please strangers, and you blush to …