Knights of the Smooth Hull

by on Jul 28, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

The hull of the ship is sleek, but I’ve never touched it. Nobody living has. Pictures let us guess and stories let us imagine, but it is a thing that both surrounds and alludes.   I’ve read about the sky. In my daydreams I gallop on horseback as we hunt under that lid on creature to...

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Earth, Hearing Her Children Cry Out Sharp Like Broken Pottery, Shrinks

by on Jul 26, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

The upturned astonished faces grow small below us as we rise We hold only the protrusions, half formed déjà vu memories, the beautiful sleek skinned thought that we could have done this before— but always fell always shattered on something   The great and steady floor behind us her...

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La Llorona

by on Jul 18, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Walking a country road one late evening, I came upon a woman who carried a disarming valise.  Quiere comprar una fruta? she asked. I expected her to open her carriage, but she instead displayed a family of stones, each cut into a different kind of fright: a skull, a devil’s head, a...

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Canals of Mars

by on Jul 8, 2016 in Poetry | 1 comment

How glorious, the canals of Mars, as Percival Lowell described them. How dry the red Martian desert. How welcome the relief of water pouring from the polar icecaps flowing like life’s own blood through the arteries and veins over the surface of the warrior planet. And where they...

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By Payette Lake

by on Jun 24, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

I stood on the shore of the lake and became a tree, Gave up my heart for heartwood, Gave up my nerves for needles, Thrust my tangled veins into the wet sand, And wove them into roots for a strong, tall tree Like the ponderosas looming around me, I abandoned thoughts and hurts, Felt the...

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Ghost Plague

by on Jun 17, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Passed the cemetery last night Thought I read my name Looked again at the stone It didn’t read the same Ghosts been plaguin’ my dreams Long as I can remember They’re tryin’ to talk to me But I can’t understand what they say Saw my great aunt Alma Wearin’ a white death’s shroud So many...

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