taylor miller

Author: Taylor Miller

usually epiphytic

the flower from heaven flower of triumph beauty under the moon, they say. because they is another world before the…

the buds of summer’s end

endless allegory

withering rosettes

a parched palette and,persistent thirst and,every cell feels insatiable— your health, you have your health.googled Agadez, Nigersomewherethe sands and throes…

heard <<>> seen

the harvest must happen before the rainsotherwise the pods will moldthe stiffness in my lower back, elbowscontinuously nourishing another, the…

versatile as squash

we put our faith in a few packetswho knows how they were saved, whose hands touched eachit was welcome distraction…

spring, summer suddenly

  it’s not a kind of preparedness any of us prepared for — hindsight in slow waves but a tumultuous…

gloom, new moon

printemps, agité

“In fact, it comes to this: nobody is capable of really thinking about anyone, even in the worst calamity. For…

printemps, à la maison

despite the flurry late capitalist chaos, and quarantine here, self-imposed a nearly ten month old. near springtime again a backyard…

belle de mai

belle de mai, encore

calanque de sormiou

ma friche préférée

regal, downpour

science and museums say, once a summer, if that but despite gripping, hurtful fatigue all is bountiful and much a-bloom

après la floraison

she arrived, it is spring a bouquet each day and night now, nearly summer and still we dream of monsoons

a spring, before the bloom

in anticipation of Nora’s arrival hours spent pacing, laying tears, and dream of monsoons and of course the flower moon

armed with weapons of criticism


its competition is murderous

centuries had remained


the building fever

an unprecedented scale

an arduous bloom

straight onto the sand

excuse the houses

lemon groves to the south

where the purchasers settled

between two rights


HaGdud Haivri

Eilat Street


stop, nonstop


less bitter an abyss

condemned forever

not for vain tears

carved to satiate, 35mm

the heart is cavernous, 35mm

its tenants now, 35mm

endlessly unrolling, 35mm

altar forms, 35mm

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