A Study of a Pin
The roses bloom late into December.
Their vibrancy is too fresh… Continue reading A Study of a Pin
Category: Poetry
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
The Last Episode
A noise had stopped—the outside
noise of a car engine or far-off train… Continue reading The Last Episode
Good Soldiers
Good soldiers plan for the worst. He asks me if it’s ok for him to miss me…. Continue reading Good Soldiers
What in the World are the Sparrows Saying
Such blindness
betrays itself for the sake of such
predawn celebrations… Continue reading What in the World are the Sparrows Saying
Five Poems
Days before surgery the ice
storm descended, hardening
the earth… Continue reading Five Poems
Two Poems
Canine tracks narrow and converge
at a carbon-ash circle of rodent skulls… Continue reading Two Poems
Two Poems
The moon a blister as the heat turns over. The roots
of their trees will sleep underwater for weeks. I clean… Continue reading Two Poems
Three Poems
once, when the city shut into darkness, they would
have watched the stars all night. he would have named… Continue reading Three Poems
Somnambulist’s Hymn
Last night,
during some moonlit hour… Continue reading Somnambulist’s Hymn
Three Poems
Before Abandonment:
Dance of sugar ants dance of the double winged… Continue reading Three Poems
Woman at the Crows’ Funeral and Other Poems
They found you in the ink of your bed:
smelled your sorrow from the window.
They called you Girl. You… Continue reading Woman at the Crows’ Funeral and Other Poems
Dear Collar
Septic backed into the cellar again;
the garden half-tilled… Continue reading Dear Collar