Benediction as Prey and Predator 1. Kelp Therefore, we resign ourselves to sewage, salvage not even our bodies. Tender dark tendrils, bitter
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It is early evening as Kenny and Ellis sit out and listen to the sounds of dusk in the fields. Crickets and
Milo Milo, the kitten who took up residence in the storm drains of our quiet suburb, slinked through the fence posts after
I want the makeshift bridge, rickety splintered wood planks, the missing ones like knocked-out teeth, banister ropes with slack smiles, the sway
Eventually she has to take a brush to it a fine, dainty brush to uncover the network of bryozoa spread like a
I’ve lived in the same house in a small midwestern city for thirty years. We’ve made many changes in that time, but
The pink tongue of a child’s plastic slide licked the dust from the playground. The area was empty, abandoned long ago by
ultrasound expectant mother taps bear iambs against plexiglass three beats from, say, seal-land to mating-sound a sense of place lost in
Experience is Not truth, not more than
Terra Incognita We are too far gone, no blazes to mark soft spots of moss and flagstone between trees. Instead, a rougher