Posts Tagged ‘Interior’
Jazz and Marmalade
My knife keeps rhythm with the bass A surly oboe flutters Coltrane has his alchemy I’ve got mine: thick-rind globes … For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below: Username or E-mail Password Remember Me Forgot Password
Read MoreThe Illusion of Silence
4:12 AM I wake, finger my upturned wrist check for a beat, for a promise, a message giving me some reason to rise. I… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreMrs. Zaltzstein Brings Cookies
Mandelbrot on a cut-glass plate. Almond crescents in clouds of powdered sugar. Slices of strudel jeweled with fat raisin… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreVirtual Nostalgia
Go ahead. Fly from a chair. Navigate your laptop over the Blue Lagoon, above massive ancient glaciers to the sharp bite … For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreAn Ocean of Disremembering
My mother is putting a bra on over her blouse. After she tears mail to pieces, it’s nice how the woman collecting scraps… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreCat Loll
This is your chance to live carefully. Right at this moment…before you pull the spun clothes from the washing machine a… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreHow to Make Mountains Look Real
Driving away from the hillside town down the long drop of Yucaipa Boulevard, then swooping onto the San Berdoo Freeway, … For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreThe Grasses Are a Rainbow—There’s a Cloud I Want to Keep
toad music on the moist breeze rustling dry oak leaves noticing is the work needed to bring me here centuries ago I wa… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read Moreaerial landscapes
aerial landscapes Mario Giacomelli you picture Earth black white tear its colors off remind us that what mov… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read Morein the darkroom
in the darkroom a photograph il Piazza di Santo Pietro Roma startled by a quick kiss between young lovers wal… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreDown South
Kicking up dust from the road I leave behind Grandma’s house full of shadows with its deep eaves And wraparound porches… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreNocturne, A Sonzal
Nouns go into hiding. I wake in the middle of the night And cannot remember the name of this year, this night. Defying… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreI Wake a Day Late
the rain tastes salty, smells burnt, lands clear later the snowflakes seem to be avoiding falling on one another the sun… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreDancing in Windy Streets
an empty 10 gallon trash bag windblown by as if animated don’t know what I’d be walking through, if my coat was made fro… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreAvalanche
Stand still often long before you think it might happen and listen — past the noise pulsing between your temples, the h… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
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Seven Secrets
of the Autoerotic
—Only you will know which one isn’t. A mirror is… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MorePursued by What Frightens Me
I run. I throw my thick-toothed comb behind me. It becomes a forest dense with straight-trunked trees. … For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreNest
The blue heron flew wing-shadow low across my chest and my blue hunger was pulled into it’s wake, into the black stones … For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreTarantula Migration on Highway 140, Near the Oregon–Nevada Line
1. The way ahead was thick with black crawling spider bodies the size of mice. And long black slicks where other cars h… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreDedication
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Read MoreBurial Ground
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Read MoreRaven Was the One
Raven was the one who unboxed the sun— hopping from the perch of whimsy to the perch of mortality— wearing a coat dar… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreHibari
After Ryuchi Sakamoto You have never been redundant Made to feel useless Perhaps in deepest March unwanted, uncall… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreDrought Stares Back
Drought is a broken clay cup, unglazed orange clay, with all the names of hunger written around the rim. Drought is a… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreSide Effects Include
wanting to sleep for at least two years a hot little hill on the right deltoid where the tall male nurse slid the formu… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreRestroom, Songer Wayside
No need to close the metal door—you’ll hear any foot or hoof, branch snapped, rock kicked. Beyond dry grass and oaks, t… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreGreeting
My last email from Ann Staley, one of Fireweed’s founders, was that she fell. I didn’t know at that time I was saying g… For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreDedication
This issue is dedicated to Fireweed co-founder Ann Staley … For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreWhat’s Inside
Dedication Greeting Restroom, Songer Wayside Side Effects Include —Amy Miller Drought Stares Back 🔊 —Tiel Aisha Ansari … For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
Read MoreAuthor Bios
Diane Averill Diane has had three books published. Two were finalists for the Oregon Book Award. She taught English and … For subscribers (Subscribe here!) Or log in below:
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