True Florida Stories
Right foot pulses. The red sign becomes
my start and stop,
an upside-down triangle beckoning
into the circle. I enter,
begin the counterclockwise dance
between thousands of pounds and brains
rebooting behind the wheel … Read moreNE 8th Ave by NE 9th St*
Driving in, I spotted her.
Standing in the only shade for blocks
on a boulevard of vast divergence,
but little in the way of trees,
with layered clothing, a knit beanie, and boots … Read moreGated
, not being from the mire but still in it,
make steeples of my hands, each joint wooden like
the inner ribbing, and I dive into the shallow
brown-green muck, and algae clings to my nose hair … Read moreNorth of south
Payne drapes over the edge of the world, billowing grass like holiday finery on the steady backs of old wood tables … Read moreOn the even prairie
In October, I listen to traffic. There are birds: chickadees, scrub jays, tufted titmouse, woodpeckers … Read moreOctober My Love Become Me