by zamora | November 6, 2023
Sky sours into sunset & the tugs run against the tide, that dark line of struggle. Now slowed only by cargo, the current,a cruise ship sailing its longest night home. Before, in the narrows, nearly a bridge: two peaks beneath the surface, eddying the...
by zamora | November 6, 2023
to where the ocean had left long before, timecalled an age. The limestone had been namedfor a man, same as the penitentiary and the railstop,although no one called the rock anything but bluffs, and that a term from the sea itself, bow of a ship, something steep. The...
by zamora | November 6, 2023
this is where the seedsare kept, in a coal mine husk, vacuum-packed, electronically frozen, as ifunentangled; as if the dead avifauna (“3 billion birds, or 29% of 1970 abundance”) care to know their deletionhas economic consequence. this is where we...
by zamora | November 6, 2023
An elderly giant, beyond your time, you were the candidatemost thought might blow; you fit the classic, tragic paradigm.All focused on you, expecting a show … “The hotter the star, the briefer its...
by zamora | November 6, 2023
The rain is not born in the sky:it is of us and merely returning.Throwing a cup of wateronto the garden path,my little boy said to me:I am making new rain, Dad:Rainbows might come of this. Listen to the author
by zamora | November 6, 2023
A reverse abecedarian terza rima Zig-zagging from orchids to bougainvillea,young cardinals chase each other over the pool,x-pollinating the water with a spectrum of wonder, waste, or violence, depending on your schooledview, petals so cleanly severed it’s as if...
by zamora | November 6, 2023
Those sleeping in their stoneshave heard the bellthat rings at both the beginning and the end. Do not mistake their quietfor disappearance:they have only sunk backinto the intimacy of infinity. They are onlybathing in the darkness—holding the...
by zamora | November 6, 2023
for Sarli Mercado it means you go back to the map and put one index finger on the curved coast. you say whichborder and when what happened. you tell about the time your father gathered the hens and took themsomeplace else. ...
by zamora | November 6, 2023
Nikon Samuel had crept into the photo unawares and was in a quandary as to how to extricate himself from this sudden and curious fork in the road....
by zamora | November 6, 2023
Little Edie on Surviving Isolation A Cento for a Pandemic -For Sarah It’s all a question of who you want to stay with. One needs a house to die in— a beautiful house! Mother will die and I’ll have to find another Libra to live...
