if you want
A good story, he told me, I mean one
You can take to heart, don’t ask anyone
With one foot out the car door
“This is murder,” said one legal expert.
Inside his syncopated thinking, there is only now:
a sound, and he’s a fox kit caught in sudden shift, head cocked,
one paw lifted from the leaves.
On Being Female in an Increasingly Fascist Country
He’d talk about the summer
he worked behind a counter,
slicing meat, creating fully
loaded heroes like works of art.
On this Sunday morning at the end of November, I’ve been walking the Snake Road, its tar still dry; our winter is predicted to be warm this year.
The beavers thrive somewhere
else, eating the bark of hoarded
saplings. How they struggled
to pull the long branches
over the stiffening bank…
New efforts to shut down honest discussion of Palestine could restrict everything from literature to science classes
Garland me with pestilence,
blown in, unbidden, rooted out or burnt
with toxin, only to revive.
These are seen as disposable children, not worthy of protections. And they have already been dehumanized within our culture prior to exploitation, whether it be through poverty, lack of educational or employment opportunities, or prior sexual violence.
We barely recognized ourselves
But the crows knew
Who we were and where we’d been
Why we returned
In my dreams you stand among roses.
You are still the fine gardener you were.
You worry about mother.
You are still the fierce wind, the intolerable force
that almost broke me.
A mysterious rabbit with a set of magic keys assembles a host of strange creatures to entertain a wicked king and his decadent court in this dark stop-motion animated fantasy inspired by the works of Ladislas Starevich.
I saw the planets align tonight, then fog in sheets,
cloud in waves, whipped across Mt. Erie
and unburdened the night of its new worlds.