Autumn has put on its brittle shell, or taken off. Half-naked and too skinny in a rust-colored negligee, the oaks striptease to the high ice-music of the shifting pallor of the sky.   The photograph captures an instant, the story captures a thread. Nothing’s...

Already late October and where did September go? In the garden crocuses push up through the leaf fall. Everything’s confused here. It’s California, caught in weird, autumnal thrall.   California, like a page thumbed open, exposed to weathers, like a recitation of...

1 a space of partial illumination (as in an eclipse) between the perfect shadow on all sides and the full light   2 a surrounding or adjoining region in which something exists in a lesser degree: fringe maybe we had been talking about this a long time, the sky growing...

to love is pearl medicine terrifying transformation oozing grit and spit unwinding to original aura   to love is unveiled garbage poems in the furrows a restless gypsy at the crossroads earthward and earth bound   hardest homecoming a house with the dirt...

this morning my body wrapped like a cord like something caving in on itself the little stone in my chest knocking in its cavity   and though the sun strikes white-gold on the evergreens and a man on the radio mentions the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields, and...

Tonight for a few moments i was a pillar of fire i could hold my own even if a whole city was burning   but driving home in the car suddenly a tidal wave knowing for the first time how much i love you and not   knowing in which pocket to carry such knowledge...