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27 On the Trail at Night Spreading Phlox covers the rocks, its buds all closed and flickering in the wind like the dim white flames of ten thousand candles. Happy ...

26 Garden of Delights We’ve befriended beetles in the lush landscape of the drainage ditch, foliage overhead spreading, shrubs’ rubbery fronds, long-reaching leaves, sure shelter from thunder. Iâ€

25 After Marosa di Giorgio [removed]

24 A Little different today! I turned my day 13 poem into a contrapuntal! You can read it here:

23 For my superpower I choose pausing time knowing I would screw everything up if I were allowed to time travel. But a pause feels innocent, innocuous. I can nap ...

22 Enter, Sun! Enter, sun! Fill the window with light from your perch 93 million miles away. Warm the bricks of the house. Bleed, bricks! Leech your heat into the ...

21 Indigo after a while, indigo buntings come to gorge on seeds. delicate blue feathers coat their edges and their songs are bright with anger, fear, and longing. I’ll never ...

20 Anatomy Love Poem I want to pour your smile across my skin like the lotion scented with pear and magnolia. Stay with me. Though I have nothing to say. ...

19 AquariumTok We’re discussing the shortform video content that the Algorithms have been serving us like some kind of soup or slop or stew (we can feel our minds softening ...

18 Lost in Thought Out in the alley, dandelions shake their manes of pollen and memories hunt me. The icicles have left a jagged emptiness on the jaw of the ...

17 April Afternoon The spots of April blaze against Earth’s cracking. Tulips lit like matches held to cardstock clouds. Pigeons hover in droves, creating a crown in the air. Their ...

16 Everything You Do Is a Balloon Blue flare of sunlight on the floor after passing through a balloon I am obsessed with the helium-filled globes, the tug upwards on ...

15 Family Homestead in Eastern Arizona We know how to cut ourselves off. After passing through Show Low, driving through stands of ponderosa pine, kicking up clouds of red dust, ...

14 if i am beside myself, then there is no space on this bench if i hold my breath, then sparks flicker across my vision if a magpie lands on ...

13 Artificial Sweetener I remember the sugar cookies in middle school, butter soft and sweet enough to curl your lips into a smile. They left a little grease on your ...