voices clashing lines to an election drafted on the canvas. Mornings here afar covering American night news are cold as Aschbach Walzweiher long, wavering lake’s strands of mist hiding…

  Call it that, this hatch or migration around the campfire pit, so that they ascend our own long legs, and we catch a glimpse of them or their shadows…

  Forty minutes south of here the foliage changes, and forty minutes more there are armadillos, which are adorable and carry leprosy. At the rest area the thick nylon divider…

  Rich guys liking space is such a huge cliché that I won’t ask about Blue Origins or your Picard costume. I’d rather talk about the Clock of the Long…

  Grove Park Inn Summer afternoon, the Great Hall’s cool dark felt like entering a cave. Refreshing but ghostly— an all-knowing chill from those thick granite walls, four-and-a-half feet deep,…

  A professor and a doctor walk onto a farm to measure the mechanical pressure and heat surrounding the inflated carcass of a cloud decomposing on the ground by a…

  We were on the grass in the back of the palace snacking on rare songbirds when Jerónimo sprouted peaches out of his fingernails. The peaches made him look large…

  it is sort of creepy but actually also quite beautiful really if you think about it you look around the room at the accumulation of your days the books…

  Stuck inside, I notice what isn’t: the broken clock on the yard’s back fence; the squirrel jutting from its den like a figurehead on a wooden ship. I question…

  she found a collection of old vibrators when she cleaned out her grandfather’s art studio and the gold and green painting of concentric lines, of a thirty-year-old woman’s orgasm…

  As if to say a body discovers what the mind can never comprehend, my son Jonas is always asking, “Who invented numbers?” “What do you mean?” What does he…

  South Dakota border. Brown mule stirs up dust, leopard frogs disrupt blue stem. Cicadas, their long songs, comfort, hush and darken the wind-broken groves. We walk the deer path…