In my yard flung leavings the small crushed wrappings of awareness indigestible gentle I flatten reshape into something mitten-like into which I imagine sliding life only mine to offer […]

  Once a week thursdays early before the world has edges the woman colorless from sleep barefoot against the not-yet bold of fallen leaves unseen cracks the seal bends to […]

  the ground on which you stand is firm it’s only memory shifts the world and memory is mine to fling loose unremembered fulcrum so do it again just like […]