VISITATION
COYOTE COMES with the crack of a branch. With the brush of breeze through lace. With the mothwing flutter of light on your cheek. With the passing of sand through your hands. Coyote comes in the shape of a question: Trespasser? Or trespassed upon? Look behind, he asks. At crossings you made. Scars you left on the land. Barbed wire… Read more →