Two Poems
the closed door so frank, so telling
in its silence, like a tongue at rest
Category: Poetry
Four Poems
She travels through me
opening every door she can,
her pockets heavy with keys. Continue reading Four Poems
Something About a Black Boy
A revolution rests
behind his eyes
where the tears of
mothers sleep Continue reading Something About a Black Boy
The First Thing I Wrote on This Retreat Was Not Supposed to Be About My Mother
But this is not about deer, though looking for them is a fine distraction. Continue reading The First Thing I Wrote on This Retreat Was Not Supposed to Be About My Mother
Navigation Song
I, too, am a bit Obsessed
with my own wind-tossed turning Continue reading Navigation Song
Symptoms of Manhood
I am all unstruck flint &
lost potential. Continue reading Symptoms of Manhood
Four Poems
My tongue swam like leaves in hot tea,
the silence burning at my mouth. Continue reading Four Poems
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
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