AFTER READING ÁLVAR NÚÑEZ CABEZA DE VACA's NARRATIVE OF THE NARVÁEZ EXPEDITION  I believe the arrows, incense, bones, blood. T...

  THE MIRACLE OF RAIN The lady in front of me is crying plums and peaches into her shopping cart. She’s been weeping produce since I...

DUE TO HISTORICAL ACCURACY, HAZARDS ARE PRESENT —U.S. Army Heritage Trail, Carlisle, PA Take another loop if you want to jump wars, ...

  THIS POEM HAS A HIGHWAY IN IT and it speeds upstate toward— is it home if you’ve never lived there? This poem merges, changes l...

CODEINE I ride a perfect pain until it becomes a painting on a wall, a faraway rasp, sullen, sunk in a soundless lake, until my d...