in a dream
my hunters are slain
in a dream
repenters meet exile
in a dream
their surrender
softens us all,
rare as it is
glistening with sweat and tears,
bodies sway, filling the empty left
our feet are heavy,
the only relief
is the stillness of love,
the bed of rest it offers,
and that it’ll all be …
Him —
In between this breath and the next,
I will find a 1000 burning sons
In the rage of a solivagant man
Who forgets he is an ever-blooming bud, still …
2 Black neurodivergent queers meet at a bar
One extends a rainforest palm
The other clasps and shakes Sahara
In the middle, a summer storm takes place
Settles them down
Somewhere …
Let’s peel back the disparate and dehumanizing layers
of these different stories.
I can sit with the fact that they’re not monsters, these normal people
but the truth is stranger …
“If lovelessness is godlessness, will you cast me to the wayside?”
—Moses Sumney, “Doomed”
I don’t know
if lovelessness is godlessness
I feel like lovelessness…for me…
is too …
Cyclones are better than wildfires, than
smoke that blows hundreds of miles to
thicken the air. In the East Bay, high
levels of particulate matter from our
regular winter pollution …
like the kid who knows he’s a year too old to sit on the mall Santa’s lap, waiting in line anyway, hedging his bets to make certain that new dirt bike is under the tree. Which is …
by Elisa Pulido I open the door, only to discover this place, too, gets dark at night. And, as I have not yet made the acquaintance of the street’s …
the old woman rocks that boy just as she had his father before him rocks him while he’s crying his arm round her neck eyes clenched but loose enough to …
In darkness we’ll talk, until we fade, about cooking on TV, or protests at Berkeley. We sift and settle. We drift to the coyotes howling pagan hymns in a choir
