Poetry
Prairie
Inorganic, the sky’s baton / peaks and sweeps from a cloud podium / all the dips and warbles of feet / in fields. Wherever the city ends, / the concerto begins, cumuli ...
Appleseeds
/ Listen to Christine Fellows read “Appleseeds” / / What better food / than apple seeds — the fruit / within the fruit — locked in / like counter-curved twin / hazelnuts? /...
Midlife
You preach to your choir, / I bitch to mine; our metastatic / Zens combine to make / liars of everyone eventually. / / Let’s work on a list to rank ...
Species of Dust
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. / White dust of finger-bones, milled in flesh / Pestles, and the dust of the Sybil’s teeth, / Grinding each night in...
Rural Pantheon
An ad’s gone out in the village pages / for Minor God of Incandescent Rages. / / Likewise sought is someone young and able / to serve as Lord of the...
Need a picture for the obit
In their wedding photos, / my mother resembles a doll of herself, / painted and straw-thin in tablecloth lace, / while my father looks like a movie star of the era —...
My Old Man
“Get a job,” he used to say / when I was up till midnight, / red-eyed, nervous, burnt out, / cramming for first year finals. / And when I got a summer...
The Watchwoman
I hope to retire in the village / of heavy-headed children, / the off-balance boys and girls / who run with their faces pitched forward / along muddy paths in the brilliance...
Abandoned
Someone tore the hands off a big round clock, familiar / as a classroom clock & abandoned it in the weeds / beside the river. It took the time right out of...