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It was a Hmong villager who roped you with dogs on the chase.

My children, children, remember to let me go, delete my number.

“If the world is becoming a void, the artist must fill it with his soul.”

we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars

That there are five sturdy red Gerber daisies in a jar on the table.

A woman pushing a walker understands—gravel can be pain.

Afterward, it was nature that was blind, and she who was wild.

I have seen your ocean. I have heard your waves beside my bed.

He grew a forest of candles and cried when it succumbed to wildfire.

For the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air.

A photo essay on hope in the wake of the devastating Bosnian War.

The blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches notate the dawn.

The trees were a sign from the devil, a warning of the terror to come.

Watch out. That we thought him gone only proves his wily knowledge.

I open the gift: a small ocelot, its mouth a cave, pearl teeth waiting.

Men veer into the earth and don’t come out. Silent choirs of canaries roost in a forest of chimneys.

The billows murmur at our feet, where the earth and ocean meet.

In that instant, Niel lost one of the most beautiful things in his life.

He was staring at his car like you might a stare at a dog.

Some women have all the tit out hip out flat of the hand & tone of voice.

I walk and I rest while the eyes of my dead look through my own.

I felt that this maternal oblivion could be the rest of my life.

In time the squirrel who was my friend is my friend no longer.

We went flying without a map as naked astronauts often do.

In that great darkness could I explain anything, anything at all.

My own experience is that the more we study Art, the less we care for Nature.

However hard I trudge and search I cannot find the hills I have climbed.

In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.

I don’t think I was very frightened. I was simply hungry for home.

The flail is raised high, back bent in echo of the boys’ backs.