Dane Cervine: This Burning
I drove silently in the night
into the heaving hills of Los Angeles afire, so close now,
not knowing if there would be a way through
August 27, 2024 · 11 Comments
Dane Cervine: Holography
this is what Jeannie’s lover felt—the empty year
reeling out of orbit, no gravity, lost
in a centerless universe blown wide
June 29, 2024 · 5 Comments
Dane Cervine: The Jeweled Net of Indra
the coal that fumes the electricity that plunges
the needle drifts in air that circles a globe that warms
the icecaps that melt into sea that shifts the current
that loves the wind
June 2, 2024 · 4 Comments
