Naomi Thiers grew up in California and Pittsburgh, but her chosen home is Washington, DC/Northern Virginia. She is the author of four poetry collections: Only The...
Yellow Whistles, 2021
Buttercups sway in the wind on wispy stems, tiny fairies in grass forests, chirping silently of meadows and woods seeking to escape...
Our Pandemic Blues
my friend Jack tells me aboutthis new syndrome called surge depletion.
it’s likeour human batteries are running low after working so hard to...
Sky Song
Listen Up: Making Music from the Northern Lights – The Guardian, 12/22/2020
At the top of the North, Aurora hangs
curtains of shimmering light across...
The Porch
Reddish-Brown are the screws buried beneath the porch
Remnants torn down long ago, replaced by hard work
Built on the backs of the strong
Stood on...
Rhinoceros
In these modern times, I confess to forgetting, on occasion,that rhinoceroses aren’t dinosaurs. Nor extinct—at least, not yet.That they live in this world, somewhere,...
FACE
My face distorts and dances
in the rippling water.
And a goldfish floats through my nose.
SCRAWNY KID
Scrawny kid.
Lean against your crumbling shack,
And try to paint with...
The Birds Busiest Before DawnNorth Carolina, January 7, 2021
America, can you still hear us? Caged, mournful,what songs echo empty streets after all ballotshave been...
Shadow Selfie
Projected onto shalebut rooted in this planet,we long to countervailthe weight of sandstone, granite,and metamorphic rocks.We welcome paradox.
Our presence is a maskagainst the...
Collections
My childhood collectionsstamps from every countryplaced neatly in a booktiny porcelain cats in a boxand stories about their livesthat made sense
Fifty years later, I...
