It’s not just the announcement of summer. If you look close enough you can pick a thing or two about patience and then letting go. You know life can turn against you— how you can be plucked from your roots, young, weather it all and still remain remarkably...

Under my desk, head against wall, limbs folded in heaps on the floor, I open my eyes. (My body, it seems, migrated here last night.) Fingers are tangled in cords and computer wires. In my dream, the dream from which I am still awaking, those same fingers are tangled...

The world catches its breath after harvest, ghosts of leaves drifting across the fields into heaps of tarnished gold, and the hunters ride out, shouts like weapons echoing sharp from the hills. How long I wait, cool evenings shivering against my skin, dreams curdling...

Red earth and yellow sun and blood pouring out my mouth. Crisp oceans and pale eyes and a calligraphed smile on your lips. There was poison in your bones even then wiring fraying inside the honeycomb labyrinth, a minotaur stalking your blueing arteries. I don't know...

where are you, Nessie Nessie? submerged in endless doubt traveling the Paleolithic and and back between camera clicks just missed? are you in cardboard model heaven? forward looking sonared to distraction tired of the limelight tired of doubters and fakers the...

I will never meet Molly: Her slender three-sixty rotating arms, Her arch-sway thundering legs, her Incline balance to forty-five degrees. I will never sit across from her Trying half the night to figure The loop modulus in her blink pattern, The keywords that elicit a...