Linda arrives with the leeks to end all leeks, direct from her garden, practically hydroponic, flawless, already creamy, pale

I said goodbye and went to live among the lettuces with those sheets the nightgown isn’t worth it soft coarse the lettuce tender fresh it’s a home ideal for summertime clear green with …

A dropped napkin It is impossible to speak of the history dabs at the corner of the Japanese haiku in America and of the field not speak of the history of the Japanese people in America. And it …

Oedipus orgasm obligatory orgasm Ocean orgasm omnipotent orgasm Orpheus orgasm oxygen orphan Ornament overkill oyster Origin outerspace origin outlier origin Overseas origin …

Coaxing a fruit fly larva from its vial with a sterile brush, I think of that self-portrait in which you hover between woman and man, of the paintbrush stroking you as it rendered you: ashen …

It's half dark/and we're up too late in the interest of picking/the still-tender/yellow crookneck squash and blue lake beans/before they get fat and woody/and blueberries still a/violent red-purple …

A. We get off the bus, our tracksuit bottoms Swickswickswicking down the hill to the boathouse where freshwater fish float in basins of ice and formaldehyde, waiting to be identified. The …

As if you fit on the crest on the peak on obverse of the bone I try to capture your body your mountain, your reverse.

nor a trend. Not that my scaphoid will fracture or my fame will be down in the drainage otherwise, but receipts are calm territories. No refund guarantee. Sometimes I find myself huddling in the …

At first, I couldn’t decide if I should call the bear it or if I should call the bear him. At first, this distinction was important to me, and because it was a problem I could solve entirely …

C. McAllister Williams wrote Neon Augury (Fact-Simile Editions, 2011) and WILLIAM SHATNER (alice blue books, 2010). His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Copper Nickel, Sonora Review, ILK, …

His name was burden. He said he was looking for his drone. He invited them down the alley, tried to bait them with sugar, technology.

Hand-me-down blue, that's our kind of blue--sailed, revolutioned, majestied--hand-me-down-blue, that's our royal high-ness. This, our hot-stepping constellation of ringed colonies

My aunt is still alive—let us begin there instead— and I step off the 34 Montclair into a breezequelled dusk. Thanksgiving eve. It takes twenty of my strides, or ten seconds, for the bus engine …

Get Celli. Tell her to gather enough change to buy some apples. Make sure they are green. I want the sourness to overwhelm mi lengua like the weight of el sol on naked naked skin.

I. no, because I am afraid to die, it does not matter what I become.

grandpa’s initial response upon learning i was queer was to look to history for all the ways he could fix me :

Let me tell you about the atomic tangerine/aquamarine cerulean/magenta mantis shrimp.

1.During the Mexican Revolution I set up a lawn chair at the bank of the Rio Bravo and watched men kill other men. Near me a woman passed around a bottle of champagne, so I had a glass.

Sometimes when I wake up & my body does not follow, I imagine it is busy lying beside you on the hillside above the McDonough baseball field, where the sounds from the interstate fill the empty …