the day before snow

A devil’s club graveyard all that remains, bones of a mighty clubbed fortress reduced to small brown skeletons, silent, still scaffolds of what once was. Have you ever noticed the rainforest so dry & quiet bones & shapes, negative space, the air sucked right out. How do you say madrugada in English– the coldest, darkest, undead hour when spirits…

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Last Breath

El que niega la muerte, niega la vida.  (He who denies death, denies life.) — Octavio Paz Yesterday the last leaf fell from our maple tree as my grandmother succumbed to a long sleep. She is between worlds now, purring like a kitty cat. Fall catches us in a bed of vermillion and rust to…

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