These poems are excerpts from the author’s book project Buena Vista. Told through a collection of flash fiction, short plays, lists, letters and essays, Buena Vista loosely chronicles the author’s journeys…
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* * * When I Was a Bird I had the smallest bones I could breaststroke on the smooth back of evening I had no particular anger Sometimes I made…
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* * * One Santa Clara summer day, in my apartment, the stone cat stared at a plastic rose against a sky so white the window seemed to fog. And…
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— For Sam Draemon Sleep Out Loud Not twins Exhaustion & Sleep Come birds — land on my arm — and show me the rest of flight …
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Scattering the Locks I. She’s humming on the porch swing: Some glad morning when this life is o’er, I’ll Fly Away Her hair hangs like a long dark mystery waist…
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Zunzún Disambiguation I caught a glimpse of tremulous wings beside the straggling Rose of Sharon— long tiny bill wide purple bloom and my full hands cupping dripping eggshells in slow…
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* * * Bird Rhythms I sat, twenty minutes, watching a flock of birds fly in patterns. What could we understand if there were not the birds’ songs to guide…
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The starlings come at 11:00. They leave. They return. They leave. Every departure is as complete as the one before. An escape from certain death. And every return—I don’t know…
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* * * I Do Not Have Wings I am deciding, today, how it will feel to be disowned. A black and blue butterfly has just landed in paint run-off…
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(excerpt from an in-progress biopunk speculative poetry manuscript titled Aeolia) * * * Earth has birds. In training they taught us: avoid metaphor, acronym, deflect questions, use only words that don’t…
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She headed for a clump of weeds when we appeared. Her wing hung down too low, sagging while she walked, big and black, considering. She gauged the distance to the…
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If you asked a male white-breasted nuthatch in the Middlesex county area about me, I’m confident he’d tell you that I run a hell of a bird feeder. Or, at…
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I went out for a walk on Easter morning, and all the houses in The Nice Neighborhood had their windows open wide with the scent of French Toast wafting out.…
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The halo told me I was on the edge, and this wasn’t a simple hangover from Benny’s Halloween party. The alarm clock, the ceiling light, even my bedroom door, all…
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