South

"...birds
clamber south, your car
kaputs in a blazing, dusty
nowhere, things happen, and constantly..."

From "Quickly Aging Here" by Denis Johnson

Blown

"They entered the valley, and passed the roads that went
Trackless, the houses blown open..."

From "The Drought" by Gary Soto

Tensile

"...tell me then, supernatural
One, exactly how

Many days I have left to wake into..."

From "When the Gods Go, Half-Gods Arrive" by Lucie Brock-Broido