by zamora | October 19, 2023
dark birds far over the ocean an invisible cord runs the length of their line geese as aggregate ...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
the man with the dead head in his handswanted to buy a box. he was holding the buckmount by the antlers. a stuffed six-pointer, youngstill, but old enough to live aloneduring its rut, which this should have been. fall. not that I knew fuck-all about hunting, or have...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Mormon underwear Werther’s Creme Savers Fresh cornbread pones The missing piece from last week’s puzzle Ice Parachute Britney Spears Hit Clip Five Guys franchise Straw-Ber-Ritas Grass His explanation Trout Ionian island Gramma Dot’s tomato gravy Gravy Lay’s Caribbean...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Today, my rake is a leaf and thatch comb,and its tines call chickadee’s jaunt—tip a cap, bounce a bough, glean a seed chickadee,chickadee dee.And somehow our coy acquaintance minds the timeI spent in Mexico with 3 black-capped nunsbobbing in a boat on the salt pan...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
“Coyote tracks show that their hind feet land in the same spots as their front feet…a trait called ‘perfect walking.’” – Julia Vogel, Coyotes Over jacaranda trumpets, through violet petal confetti smearing the...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
full of squiggle and stridelittle tales writhe biofluids that colonizeour inner lives like some men attempt alterneria our bodies are different communities full of flowering crowded archae mostly mystery gene...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Imbolic (Candlemas) Day Halfway there now, the light returning, my soul begins yearningfor the soul of nature, giverof all life. With reverence and humility, I seek to knowthe Mystery, close my dooron the chaos to compose haiku and a five-bu...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
I extended the wells of the W below the signature line like some pit I knew to make. My ancestors dug towards hell and water and if the present indicates anything about the past, they lined their throats with stones.They lived by pulling...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
for Holly Wren Spaulding It takes a tender heartto let tears flowin the virtual classroom But given the right poemand enough despairthe screen dissolves and we are sitting in a circleunder a great green tree Listen to the author
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Elegy for a Land with Amnesia Before fields, prairie ruled this land, unmade by our plows. Standing here, I remember our history of blades sinking into topsoil, tearing. Brain of earth, ...
