Category: Poetry

            In conversation with Rilke and Ocean Vuong What if getting old is traveling backward, regaining your first eyes, your portion of blood and bone no longer scaled with wound. Suppose you awake without your skin, all your senses felled by slee … Continue Reading

At night when she can’t fall asleep, she plays a word game she learned from an anxious insomniac friend. Think of a theme. Think of words linked to that theme. Say them to yourself, in alphabetical order. Fruits and vegetables are effective. A, apple. … Continue Reading

Dusk after sultry dusk you brood in the window ‘For the air’ you say but we both know It’s for the darkness. You flash to the thundercrack of my horses My arm hard across your stomach wrenching you breathless All the way down. Your mother wept for your … Continue Reading

Speck of cheese, dot of bread, slivered hint of once pie. They stir up our hunger, send a flare down desire’s dark hole, invite us to rise up again from here. A crumb of bird humming contends, hungry, with the bee. Green-back glow and the long beak sne … Continue Reading

Emily – now I get it – no psychology here no diagnosis – no problem of the mind. It’s eggs and flour the call to rise – the call to write before the hemlock’s longest shade. We close the gate – latch the door plan a meal for two alone – melt the chocol … Continue Reading

Not to bless, but desiccate instead the hot spit on lips shaping hate suddenly at center. The confused backing away, backs now together wanting a blessing on pins & posts, the placards & uncertain plans, questions, answers, the demands. Yes, a … Continue Reading

If you make Your decision How am I to argue? A Mite with no knees. But I beg a plea That will go heard or unheard. The Moon gleams White And has no record for Keeping score But crosses in Her timely fashion As the Spider whirls its thread For foster fl … Continue Reading

It’s winter and There are bees in you. They push their way out of The corners of your mouth When you grin, a driven mass. Bees in your eyes, they crawl Out of your ears like slow honey. Their bristle legs are sticky From the things between your teeth. … Continue Reading

He is reaching around her – claw foot tub, oceanography. I could say islands, but instead – weigh stations, always this or that, always weather. She is wondering what it might be like to take a class at the University, what might have been the ending t … Continue Reading

The freedom an oak tree knows                            That is built at night by stars—Linda Gregg what           human mind                 can             fathom          the slow           deliberate           tethered           freedom enjoyed    … Continue Reading

It was our third date, today, we dated, I think it was a date, we had lunch, we talked, we argued. I thought about falling in love with you, considered that you might   never fall for me, ordered bacon and eggs on croissant, the same as you and kn … Continue Reading

In those days change was law. After the day’s lawn faced the sky blue speech, Or its parade of clouds rolling like floats east, It looked up at one or two stars, Bordered by the two darkening maples and one big willow. The lawn had no eyes, but the diz … Continue Reading