what will you whisper into my crevices this time?
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
Ángel García and the Personal Research Method
"I try to hone a poem invested in memory and imagination to arrive at some deeper question of truth. ...I attempt to create threads that feel familiar, nostalgic even, but that still long for something speculative."
Geese in Flight, Oil on Canvas, Restwell Motor Inn Room 12 with One-Way U-Haul Parked Outside
to accept the enduring // welcome of any favored acre:
From the Archives: The Dog
How easily / I could imagine a version of our lives / in which he kept all his suffering secret from me. / I saw the beer on the counter.
From the Archives: Becoming Ghost
He says: I want it to smell / like the real thing. // The real thing / is a landscape // of work and death–– / the names of our ancestors // slack in our mouths, / just the art of loving // your family line enough / to reproduce it.
