I dreamt last night green arms of grass rose-up and overtook the city. They call this wilderness sprawl. I dreamt last night animals of all kinds two by two stole into the cities and marched the humans back to secret dens to rehabilitate them in the ways of Earth. They call this humanitarian aid. I […]
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When all the starlings, robins, jays Have given up and gone to nest, The crows refuse the calling night, Defer the final rest. Over the waiting conifers They improvise an arabesque, A final celebration to The dying fire in the West. Like fighter pilots when flight was new, Over the field they chase and dive,
Poets dance in our dreams after the bars close their naked feet slapping out a rhythm to keep us from slipping into sleep. I’ll remember you as you were there then, a birthmark in my brain, sitting near naked, propped up at your dining room table, not like we found you, a turtle trapped on
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The firestorm that swept a swath of Mount St. Helens clean left nothing alive. Nothing. Nothing but a pumice field, lifeless and dry as old bones, devoid of any sustenance. Within a year, though, within a year, life had begun again, insects blew in on the wind and died and left phosphorus enough for a
Our love was vivid and real, a rare dream. You terrified me like a shark in a movie. I was stupid enough to think it was possible. You’ll be safe if you don’t look, I thought. You had no special powers, yet saved me every day. You wanted everything to be for the first time.
Fat Man’s replica, the big death’s first egg, is polished and buffed like a Jemez pot, and white. Ceiling white, though, not the white of a Jemez pot, not the white made from a special place in the surrounding earth. Little Boy is well named, inflated younger brother, olive as only the Army could interpret