It’s winter and There are bees in you. They push their …

A dandelion, disguised as a sunflower. You can do so mu …

there is a story my mama used to tell me when she lay i …

This previous semester (Fall 2017) Plum ran The Haiku S …

with you: an entrance when you open your eyelids glitte …

a series of dotted lines that never converge an ellipti …

Not to bless, but desiccate instead the hot spit on lip …

(after Pablo Neruda) and it happens that I am tired of …

We are working in boxes stacked up on wire, pulling our …

Sticky July – wasps in the greenhouse. We dragged out t …

I gather elderberries by the river. Last year, these pu …

A terrible blessing – to be laid open to the bone, wher …