A Sonnet to the Siren Zilphia
Short hair, large nose, dark expressive voice
Amounting to the highest part of the mainly positioned careful fall
Would be the problem to seethe about the actual but prudent filled
About the careless side of the deeply impressed voice pattern was
Fog rolls in on the red mountain.
A husk. It is blood Winter.
We sell ourselves, ounce by ounce
To the moon.
The sky has swallowed it’s full and
Grows colder, darker.
Years peel back like rind.
My children are as old … view
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Before I banished the poets, who whisper
about reflections of things – lovers and lakes,
cold rain, and rough breath rising
in prairie towns, or fathers returning
in dreams, before that I banned the birds
for their restlessness, and the ache
they … view
Drought: Spring 2017
Yes, let’s date this poem, date ourselves.
Ants have been sneaking in looking for water. Sometimes
I find them single-filing in and out of the antique bulb
glass I have on the kitchen’s windowsill.
There’s an avocado pit poked three times with … view
The doctor cuts me like a paper doll
to source the sadness, takes vials of tissue
for those who’ve stopped feeling.
Too many to count.
He adds something blue.
The waiting room is a weep of concertos.
Elegant against news
James Croal Jackson
Girl who rises from the ash heap of Domremy, girl brown
as your father’s cattle, you are cinder-smirched, embered
until even your eyes burn black. Like most heroines in these stories
you have two sisters, and a destiny. Your sisters, Catherine
and Margaret, who we … view
Richard King Perkins II
A newfound anti-algorithm will either bring us together
or prevent us from ever meeting.
We are muted orange and neither of us
is to be believed; burdened by deniers that our mutual vision
somehow extends across solder shades and antimony countryside.
My mouth … view
The fire ants were the first to know.
Grain by grain
they stacked their hills
five feet high.
Deep reds and brown.
Towering over my head.
But no one seemed to notice them.
We packed our belongings,
And moved them to … view