Muir Hughes

Ferment

A thousand nights you fermented,
tongue brimming in fields flush with
hallucinations, pockets full
of translucent locomotives
your dreams teeming with meat

Mork

The alien talked to God
while I watched
giving reports to an emanation in the night sky
I was alien too
I listened to the language of crickets
and mosquitoes, those elementals of god-speak
watching so close as to separate the words
of accidental breeze from a father that knows everything

Author Portrait

Muir Hughes is an artist and writer in Chico, California. She dabbles in chapbooks and owns a used bookstore with her husband and two children. She hopes one day to replace her collection of teapots with paintings of ships.

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