Digitalis purpurea
Somewhere
I am not in motion
but held
by foxgloves
and June grey
granite peering over
asphalt curves
golden lines are
lanes and bumblebees
bloodspot blossoms
and a summer
not yet here
but not yet
there,...
Too brief again, this August light
For Austen Clyde Prescott, June 20, 2005-August 3, 2023
But the uncommon heat will not break.Rain sizzles the roof tiles...
Tahane Recalls His Escape
An elderly gray wolf escaped from his northwest Florida preserve during Hurricane Michael and was later found and returned to his...
And it’s only June
Dusk, in Clarkdale, Arizona, an old
copper mining town now hip with
art galleries and wineries. At our
Airbnb, we lie naked, on top...
The Signs Were Clear
at the botanical garden where hot irises pulsed with hormones, where my daughter asked, won’t you take me down to fuchsia town?...
Cicada Summer
Like cicadas, I just want to cry and cry too:
through the whole month of June, I unleashed
gnarls of heartache from my throat
until the...
