Every time I drive past these meadows, my heart banks a little to the west, a left tilt, as if aligning itself
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The Estonia From the Floor, 1994 Unforgiving—the ocean curdles; spits her foam in the face of her loved. The other ties unwind
I wasn’t surprised that the first new bird I saw at Santa Ana National Wildlife Refuge is one of its most common.
Maxwell Surely Sr. comes into the farmhouse on Old Stopgap and stomps the late November snow from his boots. Take them off,
S’no Sky Soot and tears hang heavy— burn the eyes. People move as though their flipflops keep sticking to the tarmac. Flakes
a chaplain’s assistant writes haiku 1. A canteen of wine and a bag of Wonder bread. “Have gun, have chapel.” 2. Like
The summer after I turned twelve, my brothers and I were coinslot rats at the boardwalk arcade. Mom and Dad packed up
Born in a wide & lonely field, O’Hare was reared by Old Man Winter, cruel bastard who never gave his boy gruel
Dilation: 2 cm. It begins with a swell of pain in the night. My belly huge and heavy. A push and a
Don’t Forget You’re Bohemian, Lover Boy I wasn’t there when your cracking foundation first got laid, but I helped you paint over