
a black crow,
oily & otherworldly,
alights on a rock.

a black crow,
oily & otherworldly,
alights on a rock.

i follow the light
out of the woods and into
a yellow glade.

You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
Depends on the country. Singapore, Bolivia, Russia, Niger, and Vatican City present very different answers to the question.




old wasp nest:
looks like the whole hive
hulked its way out.

on a narrow ridge,
covered with fine dust,
my foot slips. I’m awake!
Pawan: The Flying Accountant by Sorabh PantEvery time the bucks went clattering
Over Oklahoma
A firecat bristled in the way.
Wherever they went,
They went clattering,
Until they swerved,
In a swift, circular line,
To the right,
Because of the firecat.
Or until they swerved,
In a swift, circular line,
To the left,
Because of the firecat.
The bucks clattered.
The firecat went leaping,
To the right, to the left,
And
Bristled in the way.
Later, the firecat closed his bright eyes
And slept.