Vol. 7 No. 1

Summer 2024

Red Astral Uterus
Editor's Note
Albanian Folk Dance
In the Barn
Death Cleaning
How Everything And Nothing Changes
The Civilian Conservation Corps
Sunrise and Mountains
GPS
One Spoon or Two
Pando
Matching Blue
The Body of God
Annual Visit
Joshua Tree Yellow Flowers
Neighbors
Artichoke
Centaur
Epiphyte Lessons
Joshua Tree October 14 2023
Invisible Work
Loblolly Pine in August
Enthralled to the Dead
Nothing Compares
The world goes on
Why We Let the Striped Bass Go
Sunset in Joshua Tree, 2024
The Walker
shame and the way it hangs from the body like wet linen
Life Cycle
Unsafe at Any Speed
Today a River
This Man on the Street
Alder and Salmon
Induced by the Ice Moon,
Don't Look
At South Lido Park, When My Husband Has COVID
Ice Cave
Nonverbal Communication
The Making of Horses
Series: Asemic Metamorphoses of Space, (vers. 14)
What Noah's Wife Did
The Pregnancy Pillow
Sunrise, September Five
Even Though My Ulna Popped out of the Skin When I Fell off the 6th-grade Monkey Bar…
Loosdrecht schaatsen
Wood Ear
Foraging for Wine
Wisława Szymborska and the Wounded Angel
Bracken
The Forgotten Tree
If you could be any animal?
When My Mom’s Ghost Comes To Visit Me
Parent's Day
Blues
A Decade of Seasons I
Hairpin
As Highway and Bridge
The Drive Back Home from School with Mom
A Decade of Seasons III
Two Defenseless Haibun
Germination
Elevated Convection
Marigolds
Turbulence, A Zuihitsu
Harmony of Humanity: Evolving Empathy
Missing Persons Report #3
What's It Like To Be a Guinea Pig?
Desert Penumbra
Tangled Yarn: Abstract Elegance in Tufted Artistry, Where Fashion Meets Canvas IV
Keep Child Away From Window
Red Signs
By Water
The light at the end of the tunnel
Starting from Scratch
Bird Singing in the Moonlight
The mnemonic FINISH neatly summarizes the symptoms of antidepressant discontinuation syndrome
Taboo and Emotional Ambivalence
Bad Omens
This is My Impression of a Very Good Girl
Ordinary Nights
Dialogue with the innocent dragon

The Drive Back Home from School with Mom

Having two other older children as practice,
My mother already understands that me, currently in the backseat,
Who shyly climbed into the family minivan and let loose
The loudest of sighs, indicating without words,
That I am not in the mood to talk at this moment.
She has no favorites and loves each child no more than the other,
But love comes in different forms and shades, and she does love
          differently.
For one child, she’s a therapist, reflecting in dialogue
Complex issues that may not have an easy answer, but simple ones.
For another, she’s a hype man, building up confidence in a child
Whose self-esteem swings back and forth in the form of a preteen
          pendulum.
For me, who she has known my entire existence,
I will never disclose if there was a problem at school or with a girl,
Or if I had a bad practice. She just understands that all I would like
Is to sit in silence for the twenty-minute ride back to the house.
I look out the window as late September sunlight surges into
          darkness,
Seeing other drivers, who look back at me with stern faces,
As if they’re telling, don’t look at me unless you’ll remember me.
I just close my eyes in the back seat and let out an afternoon yawn.
I finally spoke up and asked if she could change the station
To my favorite sports radio show,
And she obliges, despite her disdain
For meathead shock jocks talking about overpaid jocks,
Because that is the best way she can display her form of love to me
          right now.

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