From The Moon Whistles:

“The moon whistles to get your attention. She is brazen. She’s the kind who doesn’t mind
causing car crashes or making fishwives scald themselves with jealousy. She does a
striptease, dropping her light upon the sage leaves. She laughs at your bag of potatoes,
she laughs at the rubber bands on your shoes…”

From Mountains:

“You shouted my name at the mountains and they shouted it back, this you told me. I
imagined you doing this, your golden freckles hidden under warm clothes, in a colder
place, your golden freckles coalescing on the peaks of your pale shoulders…”

Read them both here in Issue 3