Capacitor (Be Mine)
Illustration of a Sea Monk
In Which Love Is a Kind of Falling
My Sister
Orison
Starlings
Stricken Ghazal
The Doctor Said We Need to Return in Two Months After Further Testing Including Bloodwork
To: George Carlin’s Fleas
What We Knew Then
Woman Alone
My Sister
Travis Truax
No small-town river is the same.
Some are full of only trash and trout,
with no hope, no heart. While others
run mad for the ocean. The charm
of our river sleeps beneath its stones
or lives in the summer roar of canoeing kids
and small bridge-rail tears. My sister—
she used to search the banks of any
river she found, looking through mud
and dark water for the otherside
of all this. A turtle coming up
for light, or the breath-bubble of some
bored and brazen fish.