I Above one end of the crescent strip— three greater white fuel tanks, the catchment of industrial dreams. At the other, a
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Sapiens Pulse the River We blame death for there always being so much more. A baby's crown, his soft spot thrumming, open
Try to see the animal as a series of shapes, the book tells me, a squirrel in ovals to which you add
What Comes Next Phoenix, Arizona: it’s January and it’s 65 degrees. He brings me a mug of warm coffee with just the
Svalbard Missive You make me grateful even a brook can have its favorite basin. I always say this time of year –
When You Asked Me To Tell You What Doesn’t Make Me Sad Deployment Day 145 Redbuds. Garlic scapes. Toothwort belled up
Grotto He took the woman who’d handed him gym towels to the back of Beaver Creek State Park’s tall grass. Let’s make
It is like listening for the differencebetween mourning and morning.Recovery comes—subtle, suddenonly after you stop asking for it. Some monochrome dawnyour attention
And without having to pee on a stick, suddenlymy identity shifts. I’m no longer a party of one,but carry three cacti babies
HIGH DESERT GLOSSARY (Summer Lake, Oregon) Bleach: like bleak, blank and black, derives from the Anglo-Saxon root blac, blæc, meaning bare, after