the waves receded in december

Raena Shirali & abandoned the jellyfish on the beach. no messages were etched in the sand— no lovers or children dragging twigs through the grains. we were left with cargo ships rounding the harbor, left standing amidst a plume of the dead, sunlight stinting off bodies the color of melting glass. i admit it was… More

Autumnal Sycamore

Kathy Fagan Spring’s go-go green’s flung over for harvest season’s 70s kitchen colors just in time. Cultivated thornless For the burbs, honey locusts heap their leaves up Like gold pieces for the common folk, a school Of minnows the cat might dream of, stretching, Flexing his paws, all Japanese maple & symmetrical Velvet. Worker worm… More