Eelgrass–Douglas A. Martin
I put shells there, along the lip of the road.
Bivalves from last summer’s dinners. dog eats
a charred rock.
Interview – M.J. Juppa
I’ve been thinking of all the words
that have rearranged my life:
words like pine–opening
its cathedral doors & emerald quiet;
for Rosanna Warren
A girl yawns like a cat beside the fountain,
an old Pope’s muscle in the gouts and spatter,
love-muscle in the plashing and the glitter.