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

Invisible Work

On the walls of my high school
I taped dozens of campaign posters
for George, the invisible man, urging everyone
to vote for him, promising that they would see
results, and my triumph was when my friend Bill,
in on the secret of who was making the posters,
told me I’d made a farce of the whole election.
On the streets of my small town
I would hop out of a yellow Ford Pinto and lie
on the ground while the car sped off,
until someone noticed and then the car
would swoop back, I would hop in,
and we’d do it in another place
until we got tired of the game,
Dead Body, we called it, and the aim
was to startle all those small town people
out of what I imagined was complacency.
In the mailboxes of neighbors I’d never met
I put papers, nonsensical hand-written notes
about our place in the universe and what I knew
about life at 16, words sent into a void
in an adolescent agony of anonymity and angst
we flapped tennis rackets
out the passenger windows of the Pinto
and when my friend Brad got pulled over
he asked me to open the glove compartment
but when I did, a roll of toilet paper
fell out, ready for our next mission:
uncoiling it all over the guest bathroom
of Nancy’s parents, who might have expected it
outside but thought it safe to invite us in.
Another night we drove slowly down Main Street
with my leg hanging out of the trunk.
We drove the wrong way, sober, down Broadway.
I climbed on the top of the Pinto and it felt like flying
and nobody got hurt or noticed our work
to release an excess of exuberance,
survive the force of our feelings,
escape the trap looming in the corner
of my wary eyes. We could always find another way
to leave the heat of that small town behind us
as the Pinto sped up, faster and faster

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