This Morning in Nebraska

This Morning in Nebraska

The corn has stopped whispering, “Rise,” and waits in silence for high clouds to bend in rain. Across the highway, soybean bushes crouch like green dogs wolfing bowls of earth. The actors in the hit play Boomermania wake, achy-boned, with ancient jingles in their...
Coyote Aubade

Coyote Aubade

I don’t remember the coyote or how I woke here not remembering my body or the shape that your hand left inside me. Desire on the nightstand like an empty claw and the candle reflected in the dark glass behind the curtain. And beyond that, the sound of coyotes in the...
We Assemble These Parts Into a Whole

We Assemble These Parts Into a Whole

I. The thought of you: Wild. Spreads and inhabits. In my mind, as you are in our shared days, uncontained. You heat through each neuron, the six letters of your name in lights. The fragile dendrites spark electric, every branch flooded with your current. Saturation as...
The Smog That Rides the Salt Lake/Davis County Line

The Smog That Rides the Salt Lake/Davis County Line

Out it comes, equinox-crossed and it’s winter again. She holds her breath. The aliens haven’t adjusted well. They carry inhalers, wear masks. State-issued warnings: Avoid driving, stay inside. None of this air is translucent. It turns and it turns out this city’s in a...
One Page Torn From The Book of the Names of the Dead

One Page Torn From The Book of the Names of the Dead

I’m walking on the dead, treading them down to nothing but the crackling scraps of fiery leaves I kick to extinguish them. Urbin Fiers    Bertha Dick    Mykola Markovsky    Pieter Ombregt   Margaret Menino. I read yesterday their handwritten names on one page of the...