Monthly Archives: June 2016

Archeology

We excavate the evening where a herd of staghorn sumac move slowly at the edge of this forest Tree frogs are singing in silhouette branches while bees settle down to sleep inside the green shades of the poplar’s fat flower

For Lacey

What can I say about our dead cat other than that we loved her for nearly two decades? That a friend and I would do our middle-school homework sprawled on the living room floor with her beside us, and I am thirty now.

Silent Song

In Camerota, where the locals dance salsa every night for all of summer in a club called The Cyclops, I step into the butter yellow church in the piazza and find the most sorrowful Madonna I’ve ever seen. She stands on the right side of the altar, her eyes red-rimmed,…