Luray Gross: Fox Follows
At noon, fox lolls in the sun
rises and trots, pausing now and then
to look my way.
November 20, 2019 · 1 Comment
Luray Gross: Curriculum Vitae
Some days I am nothing but bluster. Bluster, and this
small dance I let my hips lean into before they snap back.
September 11, 2019 · 1 Comment
Luray Gross: If Two People Are Aware of the Rising Moon
When his mind grew empty
and his heartbeat slowed to a vague stutter,
our father no longer walked the fields at night.
July 8, 2019 · 1 Comment
Luray Gross: Epistemology I
Before the concert, the oboe player slipped off one red pump and slid it back on. Then her breath filled the space with plaintive sound. . She sat right in … Continue reading
April 10, 2019 · Leave a comment
