by zamora | October 19, 2023
I stare out the window at the green Mahonia tree trembling as if in ecstasy, the miracle of bushtits, little brown birdsflitting, the flock in a frenzy of feeding.I gaze at the winter garden, osoberryin bud, hellebores blooming mauve, the sapling paper birch regal,...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
And if we don’t bury the body / it will cook microbially, / flesh separating into its colors / like leaves on a sugar maple— / red, yellow, green on the same / open palm. We don’t need to know why, / only when it will be finished / so we can get on with the /...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
In my sleep I felt my fundus,four fingers till I hit the bottom of my ribs. I worry you’re too small, some recalcitrance in medigging in against your growth. In the morning I count contractionsto make sure they’re false (just testing just flex no push),time them, my...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
The man who tells me not to go looking for the latest map of where the trainsstop to change crews – because I’d be putting into jeopardy the well-being andwhereabouts of fugitives who need to hop trains to survive – tells me he’swritten a book about his own...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Mount Lemmon, Arizona, 1986 Sparks from Halley’s Cometin the black hole of a predawn skyrevive the chars of memorywhen I was happy atop a mountainin the desert, when you and Iwere young and togetherbelieved the world lay before us.The caretaker with more winethan he...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
It is between mosquito generations,so we stand on the porchand stargaze, like I always imagineI do here on Fire Island but rarely can.We point to Jupiter and Saturnover the low canopy of holly and beach plum.Mars is beneath our feet, on the dayside.I miss the sweet...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Night hiking, away from the land meander of trail, a bushwhack veer, an ankle break step down from cut banksto where he murks between boulders ...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
oyster shell bleached clean sand sculpture of the Pietà any bestial skeleton Moby Dick Noah’s dove God’s faded claims broken mens’ room urinal my...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
do not move stones. They have forested the pitted places and crevices,populating globes with continents.It is either slow, this work, or so rapidno one notices, but as modes of travel go, it is sufficient. The first line is a fragment from...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Note: Italicized text was written by Andre Sheffield, 14, and Elord Revolte, 17, both killed while incarcerated in 2015. On any given night that year, 47,000 children were incarcerated in the United States. He waited a day. A day in his cell after the other...
