They serve
Pit-cooked pork
Says the sign
Beneath the mossy oaks
Of Alligato... [+]
Poetry
They serve
Pit-cooked pork
Says the sign
Beneath the mossy oaks
Of Alligato... [+]
Down in the belly of the welfare state.
Human shit, on the DART station floor.
The second in... [+]
“And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it... [+]
On Sunday morning the air is sweet,
orange zest and poppy seeds and
flour pushed across... [+]
After school my brother slinks
into the blue shade of the pines.
Every year it seems, he... [+]
I wedge myself between the Hondas,
Giving up my place to him,
Moving slowly and with help.... [+]
you say
“rabbit rabbit”—
it’s the first day
of the month I was born in,
and I... [+]
your macbook open on untreated pine
coffee brimming with a milky fern
cashmere sweater hugging... [+]
The seashells near the ocean
where I grew up are storytellers.
Every morning, feet burning... [+]
This dictionary defines "rooihout"
as a South African tree on page 2624;
"aasvogel," a... [+]