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I’ll hobble into the foothills to stand half-blind in the lilted dark above the draw, looking out over the valley […]

My mother grows delphinium, foxglove, zinnia, plucks the dew laden morning. With a storm of petals, she anoints my waking […]

Nothing stays at rest molecules of a crystal—table salt snowflakes, diamonds, quartz—repeat their patterns in tight formation like a platoon […]

On the weekends the boys would take their bikes into the desert carrying wicker baskets and sharpened sticks in search […]

The obituary talks of his smile. I imagine it breaking through his face like a thunderhead, frantic like a hunted […]

Fire blight has touched the pear, and the bright leaves And rounding fruit crumble to ashes despite the sun, The […]

put on Atom Heart Mother and guide him to sit on the edge of the bed with lit candles on […]

  says I’m divine like a banana split he can’t say no to. When he calls my name he shouts […]