/*! elementor - v3.12.2 - 23-04-2023 */ .elementor-column .elementor-spacer-inner{height:var(--spacer-size)}.e-con{--container-widget-width:100%}.e-con-inner>.elementor-widget-spacer,.e-con>.elementor-widget-spacer{width:var(--container-widget-width,var(--spacer-size));--align-self:var(--container-widget-align-self,initial);--flex-shrink:0}.e-con-inner>.elementor-widget-spacer>.elementor-widget-container,.e-con-inner>.elementor-widget-spacer>.elementor-widget-container>.elementor-spacer,.e-con>.elementor-widget-spacer>.elementor-widget-container,.e-con>.elementor-widget-spacer>.elementor-widget-container>.elementor-spacer{height:100%}.e-con-inner>.elementor-widget-spacer>.elementor-widget-container>.elementor-spacer>.elementor-spacer-inner,.e-con>.elementor-widget-spacer>.elementor-widget-container>.elementor-spacer>.elementor-spacer-inner{height:var(--container-widget-height,var(--spacer-size))} The dead girl decks herself in redbud, red algae, red-shouldered hawk for you She swims through reeds to your sick room She burns sassafras in the mountain cave She steeps black elder tea She reads is smoke is smoke is smoke She hangs...

The pig’s hindquarters flip-flopped; a cane, finger’s length, into its vagina slid. Meet its eye; your fear to the wayside dropped....

Not big on pilgrimages, yet this fever drifts from house to house. One leaky pirogue, adrift, empty, listing to one side, on the bayou. I look inside my neighbor’s yellow house—joy ...

My whole body's a hand up inside the hole of some lacquered clock reaching— What word or other have you now she's in her tracks stopped, what more than slow up for me, hey? Ta ta...

Always with this smashing, muddy river. And my child vexed. The white sky her screams crested. The white coats rounding the kid wing. Where histories were charted, looks gauged. Under my touch. Scrolled symptoms and elevators. Chimes....

They'll read something like it somewhere— wronged one longed all along for the long gone wrong one wool over this one's eyes, steel wool...

Some folks don't believe in birds. A big old black bird landed right there dropping its wing down off our roof. Right down the center of the house. Sure enough, that's where we found my dog dug out under the kitchen....

My mother calls to say she isn’t dead but choked on a cheap kebab. You say you’re a writer. What’s so tough it won’t go down? ...