Angela’s eye was magic. I say magic, though I could call it lazy. It did I admit, tend to wander. But never lazy, the way a pickled egg lazes or…
–M. Robert-Houdin, 1843 My addled thumbs useless now for clockwork, I dream her in the air: bridal lilacs, our birdsong spring, how she’d call to me, teasing, from the back-shop…
In the chill blanketing the barn horses shiver like rubber- booted fathers at the door who softly cursing stamp their feet and neigh of green fields. Mark Jackley Mark…
Apples smacking the ground stones thrown landing always clanging off things people never floating raindrops snow hail all plummeting: sculpted beads of water turned puddles crying over everything, the moon…
somewhere off in Jupiter between storms gianting and jet streaming, between traffic and pollution circling here with us. I want to cup hands to catch their rain, feel expectation in…
He stands in the front of the class of second graders A substitute teacher A fairy tale book A picture of a girl in red and a wolf He sees…
When mother says the cows are scruffier than usual around the nape, we wonder. Our neighbor leans over the fence and peels back the skin of an onion. He says,…
Her name aggravates me most, as if I need to be told what’s white and what isn’t. ~Thylias Moss from “Lessons from a Mirror” It’s not as easy as you…
Who have been your lovers? I shall count them all. There was a maiden of the deep whose eyes glowed With so many stars, that when she sang even The…
Please list your assets and/or gross family income: All the trees of the forest, all the moss of river stones, every mushroom, toadstool, lichen, all lesser fairies, every moth, cobweb,…
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