In this vast and choppy ocean of conversation, we have so much to lose. Moisture, mostly, that easy lubrication of vein and tongue, heart and lung, thought and word. In…
We could have been happy. In the shriek of the gales hear our seven sons wail. Did I not warn you, beloved? Did I not ask for just one thing—…
In July the dandelions glowed so hard they threatened to burn anything within reach. Now they’re almost invisible, the lawn a field of wishes tossed in wind. I’ve…
My cabin is hung with pelts to dry/ the air thick with gore and loneliness. It sits in a shadowy copse/pines giving shelter when I need it most. When the…
There once was a princess with a star on her forehead who had to give her voice to save her brothers, who had become birds. She was to be silent…
1. Today, I sense so many small men crouching just off the trail: carved from Mayan knives; Etruscan-faced, empty-eyed. When I turn to look, they become slabs of stone. 2.…
It pours. Lawns bulge with big eyes, bubbles of throats, bellies slick with dew. Long legs tangle in barbecue grills, in clotheslines. The air becomes thick with the smell of…
I was born with sticky nectar in my eyes, bound to love the first thing I saw. Rose-colored film, glory- filtered. Now I scrub poison residue from my lids, perceive…
It’s like I kissed a whole pond full of frogs and they’re all still frogs and my mouth is dirty, my hands grown slick with disappointment. It’s like every day…
Butter beans poached in the garden’s green balm, tender as forest-boar liver. Caramelized slab of potato, crisp as apple from any royal tale. Two girls’ honed gazes; children too charmed…
