How land lays over itself, sediment-full; we all in the belly of something other; you witness the neighbor’s dog in taunt of blue day; this just out of & reach is a noun no longer in roll off your tongue; how arms-length means at bay at bay; what you try to keep out despises &… [Read More]
Felicia Zamora
O for passage
To know seasons by shadows, hawk breath, the dip of day early & not early; a page exists for each of these; this too; as in sky, it’s all happening at once & you wonder how to hold a drop of rain outside the wet; all these puzzles with no solutions & nothing to puzzle… [Read More]
In middle with other
& the three butterflies lightly suspend just above the road, knee high; flutters of six wings, in almost embrace; what we think we know of instinct; aren’t we all in hover & slightly out of place, bringing a bent kind of beauty with us in our gait; show me what your gait looks like? I’ll… [Read More]
