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. This is how you say madrugada in English– the coldest, darkest, undead hour when spirits roam the earth, right before the first snow:  the rainforest so dry and quiet bones and shapes, negative space,…

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Traveling with Fairy

Because she is of the wilderness, why shouldn’t the rhythm of a thousand hustling feet induce her to run through TSA? Because when riding an escalator, why shouldn’t she wait for the prettiest step, although it may mean losing Mommy who has alteady gone ahead and landing spread eagle upside down between five metal moving…

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Time in the Woods

Time In the woods Does not go by appointments Or schedules or to-do’s– Time goes by the Lengthening of shadows, The quickening of the breeze, The warming of the sun, The melting of the ice. Bellies rumbling, Freckles encroaching. Time is not sand through an hourglass– It is sand eroded off the riverbank, The falling…

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Eliot Fisk Plays “Memories of Alhambra”

“Memories of Alhambra” he calls it,And already I know I’m in trouble.Woody Allen’s doppelgangerDances impossibly deft fingersOver a small, custom guitarSounding not like one, but two.Transported to a life I have not yet lived,More lovely than a dream,I recall stories once imaginedWhile visiting the ancient Moorish castleOf love gained and lost,Deeper than the Mediterranean.Despair and…

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This Body Teaches Me

Air dense with trees and pollen,  I couldn’t get a breath in. Sent to live in an oxygen tent at age seven. Short breaths Left their autograph in my health, And I am left with gratitude That I can exhale chatter And inhale what really matters. One morning my jaw couldn’t move  Because I could…

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