Loneliness thick as the fields of wheat. Wheat I walk through
daily, scent of heat and silt. It shimmers in the breeze,
 
the sun unfurling over the hills. I …

After the car accident I bought the game :: now when I close my eyes I see the cliff-sides and dense tree cover, the fog shrouded island and the shimmering …

My mother calls about a new house
they might move to, there were legal issues,
but also a big lot.
Won’t the fires affect California
property values, I ask, also …

All this late morning in the newly winnowed trees
squirrels are chirring, as though each one inside
had a miniature fan rotating urgently,
the impossibly rapid rpms of their language.

I …

As an antidote to fear,
with the yellowed desperation of the shipwrecked,
as a way of conjuring Spirit, its flickering green flame.

LEYENDO A EMMA GOLDMAN

Como antídoto al miedo,