Poetry You begin by describing the weather – hot, always hot – and your neighbour’s recently deceased lawn, how the young couple, committed to leisure and low-effort acts of beautification, compelled the soil to erupt in thick green wildflowers from a seed...

PoetryI saw a fin- ger loosen the zipper,the bag’s tan exterior animated by teeth.  Beneath knuckle-white shades, faces surfaced–witnesses in a waiting room.  Pareidolia or paranoia?Malice etched in putty. Everything conspired to I saw in a brick...