from Terra Lucida
bygiven that The clouds compel the sun then glow on its behalf. * (The sky trembles with the cry of noon dawn till twilight.)…
Poetry
Recursive
byMore neurons in the brain than stars in the Milky Way…
Added Value
byRed Hook Community Farm. The 12-ft tall corn stalks and bales of hay
give it away. Garden beds over asphalt…
Grapes
byI saw some grapes growing in a field.
No one was tending them
to be some rich man’s wine.
No one was tending them at all.
Little Flexional
byThe mark is there in the complex working air, the purple of the modal leaf is black against its corrugated square. The mark is…
Son of How Waves are Spun
bymy thoughts are the arc of your ponytail perfect and completely meaningless to the majority of the world allowing desperation in like a dog…
The Ache I Ache to Hold that I Cannot Hold Against
byBy Chloe Garcia Roberts, This January everything seems to draw blood: The arc of a bird,the troubles of strangers, the time it takes you to come home to me…
Faith
byfor Bach Tong Image of a compass lost its north, its red arrow spinning with no resolve or force of feeling towards direction or…
Desert
byJust across the border from north Texas, my car broke, the land’s heat hovered above the defunct road I’d rolled it onto with the…
