December 2022 Lesser Grapevine Looper “Toasters are for bread,” I said, Yet something like a leaf was glued on mine. I was not wroth to find it was A moth my father had let in. The myth of
November 2022 China Lake in January Crushing crystallized snow toward The ice’s edge. Brother ran and Slid long solitaire, rubber boots Rasping. I hedged, then stepped Steady out to where he stood. Gray sky hovered over silver Lake.
