This Is Why I Plant Perennials
Every time I plant the perennials —
daffodils, tulips, tiger lilies, hollyhocks —
I’m leaving a part of me immortal… Continue reading This Is Why I Plant Perennials
Category: Poetry
wood-voice, I must pass on
for nothing here knows me
but
the fog along the ridge of pines
Continue reading wood-voice, I must pass on
Two Poems
When we were fifteen
• We stole peaches from the bodega
• The juice ran down our chins Continue reading Two Poems
Some Flowers
To rhyme their orange is impossible… Continue reading Some Flowers
Four Poems
So slow coming was the disaster,
the way, with dusk one could never say
exactly when the sky was fully dark. Continue reading Four Poems
My Son Finds a Dead Bird
I realize in this moment,
he will be defined by
what I teach him Continue reading My Son Finds a Dead Bird
Salmon
The river is just a chain
of voices
breaking Continue reading Salmon
At the Table
Saturdays smelled sharp… Continue reading At the Table
A Study of a Pin
The roses bloom late into December.
Their vibrancy is too fresh… Continue reading A Study of a Pin
Two Poems
You were buried in the afternoon
and yet the moon was lost
on its way to the sea… Continue reading Two Poems
American Baptism
As an American, Mother sees the ocean
for the first time in October… Continue reading American Baptism
Trouble Shirt
Mailing heaps of paper isn’t unusual, but when the pants started arriving in my office mail slot (postage due) I couldn’t blink them away… Continue reading Trouble Shirt
Because you went
I planted nothing as April came, May. I let grass spring in the garden, stuffed the mouths of porch urns with gaudy plastic… Continue reading Because you went
Unhand Summer
Story me humid
air that swims… Continue reading Unhand Summer