Steers in Summer, Lowing
Against a backdrop of blue heaven and mesas hot as blacksmiths’ anvils, still stunned by the musk of men who […]
Against a backdrop of blue heaven and mesas hot as blacksmiths’ anvils, still stunned by the musk of men who […]
We don’t sell produce that’s pock-marked, bruised, wilted, or otherwise unusable by the wealthier families in town. That’s right, son,
Birthmother I steal pickles when clearing dishes; Omma doesn’t see If only I could tell her that I’ve found a
Because this isn’t a formal visit, he prefers to let the day unfold without a schedule. Please memorize the attached
We’re all electronic now. Gone, the wire globe and crank, the worn-out goddess to turn it. Some call such games
As I unload each shifting, fertile clod upon her pale remains, their thudding sound brings to mind the pounding of