Horses Into Ghosts

[the horses] I wanted to ask how do I do this how do I keep doing this how do I stop I once required the moon no once your voice moved the moon for hours across the skylight and the stove burned itself out and the stars followed suit eight hours passed and the moon […]

Hitting High Notes

After the St. Francis Dam Concrete mostly, fractured spans of handrails in their new rust, insistent brown rabbits. Downstream from the floodwave, now someone’s house, green lawn, the sun thick with its own agenda. More rabbits. Ghosts from here to the ocean though I know days aren’t made from holding back and watching bunnies. To […]