Photo by dcwcreations / shutterstock Ice Age Trail: Cedar Lake Segment, August Alongside the traffic-hum,two fawns eat from the farmhouse garden,with its budding six-tree apple orchard. The smaller one with brighterspots steps forward, wondering—what other tamed wild...
Photo: Richsoft / Shutterstock.com —a nocturne The clouds move quietly like monks,& a lance of light pierces through themlike stick through suya. Everything is cold even the insides of my mouth. Icelebrate the moss & mosquitoes,each with a separate duty. The...
Photo by Linda Harms / Shutterstock.com The snow geese descend, leaning back, it seems, against the pond, as they land,wings out—for drag? For balance? I never think about flying in the way creatures with wings do. The mechanics, I mean. In my dreams, it seems...
Photo by LouiesWorld1 / Shutterstock.com First Touch:Heat swelling against my skin likegasoline rainbows in crevices of dirtroads. Remnants of homeseep through cotton. First Impression:Divided, multiplying geometric fields,steady, simple and pulsatinglike the rise and...
Photo by Erica Weidner from the ⒺⓂ to the Ⓖ, mosaics burst from subway tile walls:a pop of color in my grim grey commute,a rush of freedom running between crowded trains.suns explode with crimson color against turquoise skies,lines of orange and green stem from...
Cars test brakes for dogs.Walkers retract their leashesa measured three paces ahead.Heaving groomed cheststhey’re nosy; otherwise quiet.Glance into dingy windowshawking razors, Lotto, looseys.Move like they belong. Theirwalkers record these morningslike a safari, art,...
