by Brad Crump | Oct 19, 2023 | Recent poems
Blinded Sphinx Moth Caterpillar, Paonia excaecata One day I will fly by night,hornworm turnedhummingbird.Believe it. ButI was never blind—you got that wrong.No one put out my eyes.I’ve twelve of them. AllI need to see is light and howit changes. Horned thoughI am, I’m...
by Brad Crump | Oct 18, 2023 | Recent poems
Midsummerhigh on the Tree: your mother, freshlyfucked, strokes a young green acorn with her dowsing-rod antennae, seeming absent-minded, divines the precise spot, sawsa pinhead circle through the pericarp with the blades on the tip of her ex-quisitely curved rostrum...
by Brad Crump | Feb 20, 2023 | Recent poems
Praise Song for a Plane Tree About the...
by Brad Crump | Sep 22, 2022 | Recent poems
High Desert Glossary...
by Brad Crump | Apr 21, 2021 | Recent poems
BEDSIDE VIGILBecause each night when I was pregnant my husband rubbed my aching feet and still does, when I’m grieving or in such pain the feet are the one place I can tolerate touch,because my dad is slipping, lost, afraid, connected to a...
by Brad Crump | Oct 14, 2020 | Recent poems
THE SILENCE OF THE WRENS July 23: six weeks of high summer still to go. A heat dome has simmered us in 110 degrees. When it breaks like a fever, we throw the windows open for the first time in a month. But I sleep inexplicably poorly, restless all night, and finally...