Jackson

“Sometimes I wonder—” he said, halting, / hunting for the words hiding like bugs / in the slashed fields of his brain, / “whether the plants still grow.” // He’d asked me how long it had been / since his stroke. … Read more

Limerick: There was an old man who retired … Read more

Limerick: There was an old man up a tree … Read more

On the beach, washed up, / the shaggy head … Read more

After the awkward Zoom goodbye, / the empty screen // The echoes of their / voices in headset headspace … Read more

How’s the grass? / Behhh / Do you like being milked? / Behhh / How often does the farmer move you? / Behhh / Does that collar chafe? … Read more