All I can do to keep from believing where, in truth, your last steps led,
News agencies are reporting a coordinated series of three explosions in Mumbai.
In some last inventory, I’ll have lost a season, through the occlusion of summer by another hemisphere.
Under the Miami skyline, beneath bits of trash collected at the margin of the Florida current, a tiny female creature struggles on a warm, moonless night in April. She is only six millimeters long, opaque, with a head larger than her body...
Across three fences the lights and noise of a party at anchor; a paddock dusty with stars; our lit-up talk forgettable.
A summer rain front laces a trailing hat of mist around the headland’s mountain: a saucer of mist scraping the treetops hanging over rock outcrops
Alec, I said you’d be around by stratagem or shift looking for a lift to the somewhere burial ground
For the subsistence fishermen of the Kuna Yala Islands, the greatest danger is the encroaching ocean they depend on.
In back wards, sea spray thinning ash as the city turned from itself, the ocean which brought it, faces off
