among the taxidermy mountain goats in the museum of natural history the little girl dreamsof a shipwreck; she sways on the bow when the wavecapsizes her & aloneshe sinks her wool coat,pockets full of starlings…
Posts tagged Poetry
It Was Not the Double Shifts
hanging from the Pit River bridge; he liked heights. It was not the hours huddled over drinks at the nearest bar. Nor was it the asbestos blankets that shrouded his lungs. And yet, his grin…
“Melanoplus spretus” and “Nycticorax olsoni”
Melanoplus spretus “Rocky Mountain locust” And they shall cover the face of the earth, that one cannot be able to see the earth . . . and shall eat every tree which groweth for…
The Baptist
Every night I touch my lips to her face, lower them into the cold water of the creek bed, the water pushing around my mouth, making my teeth ache, closest I ever get to being…
