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that summer I lived in a children’s book— my loft above a flower shop, my skirt a flap to lift. My parents

—after the Sackett v. EPA decision, May 25, 2023 The river I knew was near the sea. I saw its tides, smelled

Poets love ‘em much as legal tender, trysting in the twilight inflecting cold rhyme & like reeling drunks daylong in meadowsweet splurging

Territory From Helan Mountains to Qin Mountains (Oh two miraculous mountains keeping out The northern gales and southern rains) From one massive

Vallone di Sea at Gias Balma Massiet, Italy, 1500 meters By lichen-spackled stone walls Granario Fienile Hay loft above The pens Flagstone-slabbed

What do you call yourself at night when only the bats & nightshade can hear you? Girl, girl, girl, sometimes sparrow, lichen,

There’s nothing left in this frozen field. Bent cornstalks in icy mud. Nubs picked clean. All vegetable matter blanched to a ghostly

Fermento Y es verdad que ella se cansa, sus oídos padecen ese tan mío retroceder, se angustia tras percibir un tropel de

We’ve been making our way down a trail choked by vines (wild grape and greenbrier) one season’s growth threatening to close the

I Crouched among the periwinkles you evade the panting fury of the horses and the howl of dogs in the sun. You