Fruit Waxing Poetic
The wavelength of red.
The lineage of honeycrisp
Category 365 Collection
Maybe the Fruit
Matte Meyer lemon, dimple-skinned orange
Bulbous
Sundays
silver marching, a promenade of paper plates.
Phantom Limb
The psychic tells me I’ve lived
many lives on many planets.
Choose Florida
cloistered landing in walled reserves
The Buses I’m On Are Always L a t e
the anxiety of moments
that chased us here
nostalgia
every hue of green reminds me/like placid drop of memory
Old Toads
All those years
of trouble and toil
In Pieces
broken toys, syllables of a harvest moon
A Nice Boy
“What is the nature of your visit?”
“Ve arr nut visiteeng. Ve arr leeveeng heer.”