sleeping woman, smoking man watch over Tenochtitlan once young lovers, warring clans left their families, spurned their lands princess, warrior grasping hands fleeing parents’ cruel demands night falls quickly, need to campsnow falls quicker, cold …
The black bowl of heaven looming over us was freckled with ten thousand stars, which, despite the marvelof their brilliancecrossing the universefor untold eons,failed to impress meas much as the tiny stainsof the sun’s love that daylight had …
outside the port-a-johnleaning on the livestock penstrapped between twin stenchesI hold your purse like a used tissue “don’t go anywhere!”so I go nowhere just throw my head back andstare at the empty skyletting one hand danglelike …
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. You smeared a soft white in the vase. It shines under leafy shadows– small, warm, …
And so you uprooted me a common clump of grass from some miry ditch deeply shadowed by sixty six branches as I lay dying from a creeping rust you bared my incurable blight to your …
for awhile i lingered in a silence, this place where light no longer differentiated between the shadows cast ~ bev smith yet, with calloused hands you reached inside your heart and pulled out sky. …
The bridegroom took his budding love, they snuck off to the side, and while the wedding party danced, he whispered to his bride. The nighttime draped the garden path in olive, and the lush …
wake me when the careless moon impales on naked branches and stardust thrashes through ocean waves before surrendering to the depths of my inheritance call my name over screaming gales until your whisper rests on …
