Poetry

Tossing away sandwiches, chewing gum, cigarettes, he made his heaven from wrappers, commerce’s carapace. Who would discard the meat of the thing: shake out the book and bow to the empty jacket, feed...

I hate you with the sharpness of the edges of a Viking's teeth I hate you from every part of my body - from my ankles, my knees...

Yoga tape today played fast-forward, then upward- downward-- pen in child’s pose. Weeds through cobblestones pulled and piled, blown apart-- roots stay in the ground. Dishes in the sink are now scrubbed clean and...

True Story Metaphor for My Parents' Divorce In this shrinking house, I am still growing, my wrist gripped between window and sill, one toe pinched in neat joists. Our mother’s footsteps...

Island She would cry every time we put her in the carriage. That was all right, and the way I had to lean sideways to make her sleep....