index i.

index i.


to lay claim



one thousand entrance points

to the honeycombed wood

upright, in the sand, now

that the green rind

has died




a hallowed question—

what keeps us here?

flat roots



build a fence to mitigate

extreme area



even one millimeter of movement

the sand grains


over time, the foothold






through latillas–

face to the gap

air pushes through


of a secret



the barrier eternal

with an open place


remember this











a new house, empty

a dry willow



(it was days ago, I think—


five coyotes








we may take our relationships

too seriously—


a jet flies overhead,


detached, landless.



a whirling


air through the honeycomb,


or voices,

of thousands

who were here and wait.





cholla remnant

pulled from a trail

at high elevation, black

and wet with snow.


bones’ latent vigor–

decoration, an oddity





Note: latillas—are what we call fencing which are cut from young trees, here in New Mexico, with the bark left on the pole. They provide a textured fence line with an uneven skyline.They are all different heights and not perfectly straight. But, they are truly enjoyable to poets and New Mexicans.

A cholla is an upright, narrow cactus that grows throughout New Mexico and produces beautiful waxy flowers (cacti throw forth waxy, bright yellow or fuscia flowers). When the cholla cactus dessicates, the remaining material is woody, and hollow, with a honeycombed pattern.




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