Little one, you fringe my dreams with lanugo, one minute: fetus; the next: vernix of red flame. It doesn’t scorch my arms to cradle your fire and ice. When all…
I. My skeleton is no set of bones but a hunger I’ve buried. A yearning for a god with the mind of the moon, a radiant string of revolutions. I…
When they said her boy couldn’t graduate from their school, she lifted all the dirt from Mayor Turner’s garden and showered it down, letting a new pitcher’s mound form on…
We are the night-things with yellow eyes, skin sprouting feathers and scales. We wait for ourselves with umbrellas; we are impossibilities of loneliness. We are that which calls to itself,…
Half the time you can’t say what did us in, besides the obvious: kids will be kids only as long as we’re around. Here’s your key. There’s a pool out…
Hermes, retired from his route and baffled by email, Spends his days strolling around the block with Apollo. Radiant, fading Aphrodite burns away her weeks awaiting Eros’ next visit. The…
he burned our shoes the king our father there in the hall the doors thrown wide the generals and the nobles gathered to watch our shame dragged from our beds…
after Swan Lake The curtain rises, clean as a guillotine dripping velvet crimson. You, my sister, pirouette—the false bride, the decoy. All eyes survey your whirl like palms assessing thigh…
Along uphills and nettles, she comes finally to the bald—star of Bethlehem, water and stone, reflecting pool of unresolve. Weathered thick of skin in late killing frost, paper lunaria loosed to…
I wish I could take that spark and eat it for dinner I could take the flame from your candle, that heightened teardrop pouting smoke, pinch it between my fingers…
