Too much noise will shred the softest parts of me. at the crash of a cymbal, I am reminded of the ... [+]
"I may be some time," he said, easing on his fleece-lined boots. We laughed and clinked our empty ... [+]
Like pasteboard, the seeping planks buckle underfoot, marked easily with fingernail or jagged ... [+]
when the morning still brought mist and sweatshirtshot coffee in mugs of every shape and colorwe ... [+]
"Sometimes," he said, trimming a bud,"You have to interfere.But every other time,you simply let it ... [+]
The summers aren't so lonely on Plum Island. It's me, the plum trees, the plum birds, and the ... [+]
And still I'm traipsing through the fields of wildflowers and grass and foxtails. Beyondthese fields ... [+]
The dog ate the turkey. Then killed all the village swans, piled the white corpses at the front ... [+]
We head toward the peach orchard,the one we found midsummerat the edge of town, past the honking ... [+]
I have seen this movie before,I know how it ends, with troops in the streets,and the charred bones ... [+]
The bird containedwithin a bone-melded cagetries to breathe:a bubble of air rises,a pump slowly ... [+]
How Yosemite can fitwithin these four fragile walls,stretched across the bedspreadwith hip bone ... [+]
in the stream behind your house we absconded with one, he pinched at my cupped palms as we bounded ... [+]
The birds sing As I sit in stagnant heat Hands on still oars, And the lake mirrors the sky So ... [+]
After school my brother slinks into the blue shade of the pines. Every year it seems, he slips and ... [+]
Wind chimes ring behind our house in random harmony, riffing with each passing bird and thrumming ... [+]
There is a place by the ocean, a burial site for flesh and steel beasts where mast meets cross and ... [+]