The corn is green. The shoulders and ditches are green. Some of the jerseys are green, some of the flags, seventeen helmets this hour,…
Like my kale, I’m very high maintenance. I too am quite bitter until I’m massaged. But I’m much more a chicken wing, easy, greasy,…
Sweet Bell Pepper As if you’d walked straight into this room from a sweltering field, not stopping to wipe the sweat from your muscled,…
Quick Quiche Ideas I don’t actually fancy quiche but do not unsubscribe. Starred in my inbox: You can’t go wrong with these brunch favorites!…
Half Empty I tip Water From one Cup to another Even though I’m careful Not to spill, Eventually I evaporate. For with each Exchange,…
Deep Pockets Once, I had the opposite. Concave, depthless sandbars. Two dry riverbeds, pair of empty slits. Every first of the month, the State…
CREATION MYTH In this version, skin is a mask for Satan & corn tortillas are hostias of fire stacked on a rusted iron griddle.…
CONJURING I keep bowls. Beneath my bed. Full. Of honeyed milk & marigolds. Stir. Each with a cedar dagger. See. The heartwoods splinter. Beneath…
CASCABEL I’m shucking corn husks for grandchildren who are not my own. Today is the day I decide I never want to be a…