"driving with lucretius"// nc literary review (print)
Alone on a mountain road sloping toward flatter land,
I drive—now swaddled by arching branches
and leaves and dim light filtering through, now
exposed and rolling loose along cupped valley floors.
In deep shadow, streams tumble frothy
between bare blackened stones, then disappear
into earth beneath the road. A valley church’s
glossy white paint scatters sunlight in all directions
as if for fun God’s mimicking that first breathy time. . .
"severance" // nc literary review (print)
in tyndale’s outlawed book
about popes and kings
ideas saved for henry’s eyes
meant for revolution
even for love
she pressed her thumbnail
into the margin and dragged it
down the page
to create a faint
line. . .
"deciphering the oracle" // philosophical idiot
perhaps mothers of diapered babies
do this too: examine each new shit produced.
the horse was sick last week. miles
of tangled intestines stalled & stilled. stagnant.
so here i am, bending & peering into the miracle
pile he’s just made, searching for meaning
like a priest of delphi straining to interpret garbled nonsense
uttered by the writhing girl inhaling noxious vapors. . .
"florida fauna suburbia" // the cabinet of heed
they don’t even hide anymore,
the snakes in the ferns, draping slack & slick
& blue-black across giant fingered fronds.
lizards skitter away but come right back
to catch dinner. quick dart toward
ants hauling a husk of grasshopper,
theft of a feast. even the big owls
don’t seem to mind you passing
where they perch on fence posts. . .
"farm nights" // nclr online
towering live oaks
for a lost halter
buried in sand
bandaging a leg
on a flesh sliced open
who knows how. . .
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