The rain’s eluded us for seven years,The sky no longer swells with clouds. The beesRetreated to the north. Mesquite trees droppedNo pods, and lizards left their rocky homes.The mountains, though, stood firm. And so did I.Though wind might pound the dust against the roof,Though Palo Verde limbs might crash through walls,Though riverbeds might buckle, breaching […]
Poetry
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The Highest Boughs
The gleams of rain that pool in withered leaves;
The blackened lump of stone amid the ashes.
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Liturgy in the Glow
I imagine the algorithms
as monks in long habits,
praying at impossible speed,
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At the end of my suffering there was a door
Outside, a snow lay over the lake like ash
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How to win the Foley Poetry Contest: Don’t try to win
Writing poetry for prizes is a fool’s errand.
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They tell us border nets, 10,000 feet high,
What good are great blue herons reflecting our quiet thoughts
