Pork
It’s the part of farming he despises, which is why he leaves it to others.
Tag 365 Collection
dear diary
her mother asked…
“does he smell arab?”
Manure
yet in a sound of great washing
like upward rain
up they all go as winged shit
or a flock of swallows
Drifting Deeper
We've been there
the silence of reeds
all around us
what to do with all the strawberries
The scientist felt a pronounced need for something whole that used to be green
Flintknapping
it is humans who nurture flowers with blade hands
Stone fruit
pitted, laying long like a twig. And I think of God, of all things
Chinese Cabbages
She was only skin and bone,
and could not even swallow rice porridge
Horsenden Hill
A crow breaks from the oak
canopy
Spawn
I had listened to their Romani ćhib and coded slang from the borrowed van we’d made a home.