Author Archives: Zak

the sun falls muted
and filled with blood
over Medford.

what it is is
a swinging.

for a few months
it’s warm enough to drive
your scooter
to work.

one way
is to develop
a skill
that is valuable
to other people.

there is no path
to god.

stains at the underarms.
the body sweats.

expose the midriff.

toss the stick into the stream.

the house is not
empty, it is
vacant.

spend the day
making labels.

the water is muddy
on account of
yesterday’s rain.

you’re not sure
if you have it
in you but
you try
anyway.

at first
you try to pick it up
but you cannot.

don’t think
about your hurting
back.

small victories.

you don’t know
what to say so
you kiss her.

your face is
aflame.

last night
the boat decks were full
of late evening sun,
liquid
like the water
the boats float upon.

high-vis vest
while driving
the car.

the horse did not want
to listen to me.

massive slabs
of smooth concrete
make up the building.

it’s a surprise.

typically
when you return
to whatever
home you are
home-ing,
typically
it doesn’t smell good.

i don’t know
the names
of the berries.

big boats move
quickly into
the harbor.

the beginning
is blank.

the pressure
comes from wanting
to explain it,
not being
able to.

it is common
to feel a fear
over not getting it
right.

there isn’t really
so much
a thing as
doing.