
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!




one hundred birds
startle at my presence;
one eyeballs me.

I
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
II
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!