You can never come back to now

The wasps looking for a way in, a bean field swept clean, a great orange moon that rises through branches and clouds They pick up walnuts by the wagon-full and she sits patiently missing a finger, plucking goji berries for the old man whose prostate is to benefit She was excited to find potatoes under… Continue reading You can never come back to now

Pigs Going to the Woods

Floating with just my nose and eyes above the water Hands folded behind my head Doing this slow bicycle with my feet Very little effort at all really I feel like I could go forever, maybe take a nap The nighthawks work in circles over my head White bands on their wings Long, sleek, bending… Continue reading Pigs Going to the Woods