Firefly I dabble in wings in variations of flux Heraclitus is my friend everything in the world is my living room I am not pretty but let me show you my light here I land on your fingertip no no do not crush me I fear the dark as you do there are others I could have...
An Elegy for Mother, or, an Attempted Remembrance of the Great Storm We say she lives on, untrue, in recollection like the dragon having hungered for more than kinsfolk — those long gone, flea-bitten, and burrow-rid by toxic smoke too hazy sick for honest...
Festival Through the earthworm scent of fresh-broken sod plowed in a wide ring where the city’s walls would go, families gathered to see the settlement founded by the boy to whom a wolf gave her milk, the man who killed his brother with a shovel to see Rome built....
Why Does the New Moon Hide? Dogs barking at a skateboard rasping across the dark. The mother scolding her children to bed. A house where the wife is beaten. Tonight it is silent. May God keep her safe. The daughter leaving home, the door closed on her soft...
HANDING OF THE FLAG (Services of William Reese) At the grave site, as each star is swallowed by a fold or white-glove tuck, the flag moves, slowly, precisely, each tug calculated and rehearsed. The gatherers are silent, hearing each move, though...
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