No Girls Allowed

A blue-painted drawbridge. A frog pond moat. A two-story clubhouse on its own island deep in the vine-strangled woods, six bear cubs peering out from the wooden slats of windows and a lone green door. A root-beer barrel crow’s nest. Berry bush landscaping. A single...

(re)peat

1. cypremort/sip her more: thirst The spears, the spires I aspired to be as reaching because what did you know about tapers. When I told her I wanted to inhabit I was thinking about the cypress trees we spiral, I was thinking about how we spiral, how I was thinking...

Oyster

Out of oxygen, algae, and a grain of calcium carbonate, the oyster came to be. It grew inside a metal cage submerged in the ocean, sometimes doubling in size in a day, changing from female to male to female without prejudice. For two years it remained in place,...

Birthstones

It is November. I am mining crystal geodes from the dead dendrites in my head, working up a full-body sweat. What I find, I swallow. What I swallow, I feed. I am insidious. I get heavy scabrous stones to believe in inner beauty. What more is there to do? Watch them...