dolupt

many things, by constitution, cannot be monstrous: a flutter, piglet, or strawberry

after an earthquake any rifts should be cauterized, the ground sewn back together

conspiring with grains of sand, tantalizing each with promises of mountainhood

inverse cactus invites you in

nursing a dandelion until its puff can find a way back home

a duck dreams a field, blades not of grass but worm

Empedocles plummets into the volcano, a human poached egg

a mind can be a butterfly nest

a mouth can be a butterfly net

lots happening between the earth and sky

fireflies turn off as i walk by

inspectors report the new skyscraper has been filled to the brim with concrete; inside, silence

caressing boulders

a leaf, tiring of the sun, lets loose from its tree to rest with the worms

i am the one who inflates the pigeons in the morning

few know why the moon lost its own light and became a vassal of the sun

hollow twigs leave bark shells for the worms

nibbling rust from the inside of a pipe until the water turns on, and the flood sweeps me away

all is lost when clouds form a ceiling

forced by felines to answer inscrutable riddles