Temenos

There’s a metallic buzz under the nighttime sound, the sundown hum— the scratchy beating of wings, like cross-legged sitting, singing into whirling metal blades. It’s a static voice, an electric device pressed hard against a wounded, smokey throat to crackle thoughts. I shoo it from my ears like flies when it draws too near, when I am … Continue reading Temenos

In the Fields, Growing Green

Take the biting creatures netted from the brackish water in the bay and carry them, still writhing, to the empty fields where they’ll rot in the Sun. Let them feed the earth if it’s hungry, and what's beneath (if it's hungry), and come again at daybreak to gather-up the bones. Smell the edges of decay through … Continue reading In the Fields, Growing Green