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

Two Defenseless Haibun

Salmanoid

Trout have tender scales: a fleshy, unctuous parcel with bones buried so deep it is a fatal squeeze that feels them.  But gutted and grilled, each rib pops up delicately, curved like an eyelash.  Hook the right one, and it is a fight from bank to bank: running line, bending rod, spooling the reel. Catch many, but keep only the one who gives himself up, who does not thrash from your grip as he faces the stream’s current.

          Gasp your soft belly
          shine that slick prism for me
          surrender, this once.

 

Thin Skinned

All of us softer than beetles: No shell, sharp claw, beak bramble or bark.  Just this flushed flesh (easily sunburned, too). A painless, pea-sized lump, like a pearl, the chart reads. Not the melon a Kumamoto suggests or the Blue Point’s mineral finish (raw boys, we called them).  Rocky Mountain oyster, pearl-less and then black-pearled. Like the pearl, Houseman wrote, poetry is a morbid secretion. There is no other sanctuary: the ovary, too, hangs like the moon, turgid and pale, against a malignancy of night.

What hull of what ship
          What membrane, what casing could
ever shelter us?

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