Gasoline and a controlled burn flint and heat in the swelling baptismal fire the hills reborn of smoke and flame

Me, as tour guide: “This grease spot was a raccoon. That grease spot a sparrow. These are not grease spots.”

The gutter is off the red barn– northeast corner– in my valley of wind, and no one has fixed it.

beneath these roots, bones–reefs of coral and hydrogen bubble– hear the whale song–fluting shocks of wheat and sun

We buried you beneath the catalpa trees, but my heart still sways in the moving shade of your weeping willow. Weeping Willow – Sun, Mar 18 2PM at Elk …pinotspalette.com Weeping Willow Landscape Painting Mixed Media by Jennifer White | Pixels

power is masculine– who owes who what, don’t “be a pussy”–being born female is only the second worst way.

We lose something when we listen only to the Best Hits’ version: all the works that fell short of genius. 1:07:27

I prefer paved paths– prefer my nature on the side– so pretty! This makes me a Karen, doesn’t it? Whatever.

not flat a river bed a holler filled with roots, tall grass, crickets, and (not enough) bees nature’s clean-air factory

Slaughter trucks full of cow hooves and parts outlined against a star-loud Kansas sky– south bound at 3am on I-35.