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

Turbulence, A Zuihitsu

My voice barbs. I shy from its pointed horns
afraid to show myself stark-stripped. I listen
in the shower, making the bed, in a yoga class,
cooking dinner, in the dentist’s chair, in my belly
in the unearthed archaeology of the unspoken.

I spent last evening with all the versions of myself.
How cocktail choices change.

I once had a black cat. Now I have
a purring toilet with a long-slow fill.

He loves me and will never love me.

Half the world is burning in wildfires; the other half
has already drowned.

One man do-si-dos out of my life, another bungee-jumps in.
School-boy crush wants to kiss the teacher.

Citrus salmon with jalapeño combine two recipes to delicious.

I don’t share well or concede. It is what it is
makes me spit. Twice.

She warned me: too much wading in murky lagoons,
you are a sea turtle trapped in fishline.

He tells me the obstacle is the way.
Close the distance. Release the heart.
Collapse the crater of cancer like a black hole.

A lone doe in wooded green watches. I wonder
what she wonders about the swath of lavender robe
drifting behind French doors.

Female deer amble, long-necked and languid,
sashay-swing flicking hips.
Bucks prance like parade horses, hoof-heavy, heads high
above muscular girth, balancing the architecture of their sex.

The stumps are dust. Pulverized like coffee beans.
Old roots tripped up the island
of lawn where I will cultivate a garden.

Turbulence
          dredges. Fantasy and delusion surface
          like long-accumulated trash from lake bottom

          vibrates an airplane ascending in altitude.
          Drinks spill.

I will assimilate him as oxygen, nourishment,
the sweetest orgasm in every cell
before I let him go, and still, I never will.

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