Hair-Dye Pastoral
“I got a sickness,
sweet as a love-note”
-Steve Albini
These vines slimify ripe
skin—come, brush through spindle-
thick veins of hair that sweep
your flushed forehead. Mine: rusted...
Body
dog-eared, tracks
like spinal cords after the rains come
without any stillness, shards
of the downed Juniper like baby teeth
half-buried. Love
is not a living creature. Husk
of the...
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...
