Prehistoric maps were unfeigned, exquisitely etched in the ephemeral soil, by the dead, using sharp rocks, elegant index finger bones,…
The Mind Block There are parts of me I have not buried because everything you bury comes out alive, eventually.…
I Guess We Miss Her I guess we miss her; she doesAnd she does, and she does.My mother rarely talks…
sun lore i dreamt the sun was dripping / blood / colors of the moon inverted / / i dreamt…
Salt Margins The doorway is filling with purple moths.They come out of the forestlike troubled myths, wanting reclamation,wanting to be…
Slowly, sickly, our tongues turnto yellow leaves.Like an unclean face, wrinkledthere were hundreds of us,mouths twisting around branchesa slippery wet…
“I’ll be right back.” You slide awkwardly out of the booth, adolescent limbs a jumble beneath the table. When you…
so you tie the passing gulls to your wristand let them pull you into the sky. stop in the streetto…
is a thorn-ripped hole, at first, dad your absencea blood-pooled maw where i throw thingsnever to be seen again i…
Fuck gravity.I just want to watch herdefy the tides. Darren C. Demaree is the author of fourteen poetry collections, most…