Monthly Archives: July 2011

Their spirit shimmers like eucalyptus skin at the sun’s red descent.

An empty white chair fronts a spray-stenciled shipping crate: “Uniglory”

The cement sleepers of Angola’s rail make me wonder what you’d say.

He prefers film that makes the clay more red, though it’s not reality.

She: as meaningful as the mango tree–buoyant green in a field brown.

Before the cement wall is painted yellow, it must be washed in white.

The machete cuts the cogs in two…as the star looks on, unconcerned.