by zamora | October 19, 2023
Roused from sleep by buffeting winds,I shuffle in darkness to gaze out at Orion, locked in pursuit, ascendant now, on the eve of the Hunter’s Moon,as Diablo winds gust from parched land, scattering withered gatherings with summer’s last...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
“The math confirms this biosphere is highly similar to ours.” “And the probes postulate their digits determined their digits.” “Yes. They add and multiply, then subtract and divide.” “Can they simplify?” ...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Benediction with Cello I can never keep them completely separate—blessings and the French blessures. What’s the difference anyway ...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
The cooling tower at the nuke extends its searching shadow. Across marshes kids throw down their bikes and, sensing an ending, run inside. Listen to the author
by zamora | October 19, 2023
on St. Michaelmas Daywe will slice openthe soft oak applesto see what sacrifice they bring O St. Michaelmake them ripe with writhing beingsespecially wormsbut this year flies would do how I fearsilent still empty chambersno more-than-human life to lay at your...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
In Australia, something chemical—as all things are— crosses out the suninfusing the charred body of the koala to the charred body of the tree.My mother tells me to prayto the goddess in the form of the New Caledonian crow, but what if fireis the only god left? A line...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
At the Cincinnati Art Museum We come for the air conditioning. We air out, climbing the stairs with our sails aback, Vanna Whiteing to heaven. From here, we whisper sweet nothings to the Madonna.From here, you find me in Italian paintings: selling...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Draupadi’s Oath I’m pulled near nakedness ...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
It’s an honor train cominSky snatched since dreams cloned names as jazz hieroglyphsNames as days of week and months of yearNames lifted, spoken, hummed, felt, tastedTill ancient Auntie whisperedDon’t forget me, my name Sandra, tooHer spit gentleA breath among knowns...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
A little place(from Genesis 19:20) A blue palm has spread over the cracked dry shelf.What is the sound of tears dried out?Pitter-patter the mind goes, slump goes the body.Go forward. She hears God. Let’s get out of here.She hears others nearby. Her...
