my nose says 'frost' to the rest of me




a three-crow caw alarm




the old age moon's lousy company




the broken intermolecular bonds in the water the plum twig sips




cutting the mouse tail off the white turnip




he took his blood-blisters into the next world




flybys to the outer planets: dumpster dives for the Son of Man




the extinction of languages right up to this shoo-be-doo-da-day




Saturday morning: negotiating the release of a tree frog




when they caught him, he was knighting sunflowers with a switch




Oh, the Dardanelles of sleeplessness




the soft tread of a Shawnee hunting party: city sirens




making a wish on the star atop her parochial school paper




deep in tinseled thoughts of long ago




I was sitting next to one of those zero sum guys who wouldn't hurt a fly