FENCING

FENCING

The farmer’s flat cap shows his height against an oak tree.He pulls the digger with yesterday’s hands, turns the bucket,empties shouted words spoken to cattle on foggy mornings.His son pops out of a hole where a new fence is to be fenced.The farmer ignites two thumbs,...
BABY JAR

BABY JAR

“Does he take you on picnics?” she asks. He does. But you are much too contemporary to think he takes you on them. You take yourself. With him. She pffs. A shadow crosses her face. “On Sundays?” “On Anydays,” You tell her. She wants to know if you pack cheese and...
In Waves

In Waves

Don’t tell Eli. But I keep one of her bottles in my backpack. One of these days, a big announcement is going to go out on the radio saying it’s all over and things can go back to how they used to be. We won’t have to walk every day and sleep in a tent, praying another...
mirage

mirage

mirage by John Sweet https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/mirage_-_john_sweet.m4a drugstore at the farthest edge of the desert but                           we had a map, had my hands in your blood, had your teeth in my heart...
por la mañana

por la mañana

Sobre un café nos conocimos, en solo días una amistad nació, se nos reveló. Por esas mañanas tranquilas en la cocina, que era como oasis, solo importaba el café y la conversación. Esos momentos de paz- más que necesarios; contienen una cualidad vidal. Cuando hay mucho...
The Onion In My Pantry

The Onion In My Pantry

The Onion in My Pantry by Kyle Brandt-Lubart https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/The-Onion-In-My-Pantry.m4a (I-Dec) It’s winter No longer or more abrasive than it usually is Every morning begs me to suspend my disbelief in bad...