And when the moon and four planets lined up last night
Saturn was plunged into Pensacola Beach.
We could not see it, so plunged was it,
way below the Gulf.
Feeling Feverish; It Briefly; Rainbow in Spanish; Nothing Personal; Limits to Resolution
Notice of Reaction
I am I-821 and I-765, or a half-hour morning drive to paper the walls of the cramped space of a Salvadoran consulate,
Claudia Rojas – When I Fell in Love
My mother was still teaching me how to spell my name after kindergarten. I was learning Spanish all over in a country that spoke English, which I also had to learn.
Evening Opus; Lake of Perfect Ice; Letting Go; Sweeping Government Sidewalks
Let it fly, quiet wings, whose wisdom advises you leave those insignificant battles behind, walk graveyards to understand the bones.
How to Mourn Your Violent Father; The Rocks You Lifted; The Honeymooners; The Work of the Dead; Campbell’s Soup
...let the morning fog roll in as it had from the heaving ocean
up the block from your childhood home,
now a ghost town you are loathe to visit.
Ellie Rue Has Miles and More Miles Still to Go
Hector was standing in the middle of the street, looking up to her apartment on the fourth floor. She leaned out of the window. His Tweety Bird T-shirt hung loosely on his lanky frame. Hector was short and wiry, skittish and birdlike in high-top sneakers. Tweety looked as if the bird was yelling up to her.