Poetry
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Dwelling Pattern
our home will have a basement , an / attic & two floors pleated into an / upper & a lower . we will weave in a / lace trimmed lattice & taffeta win-...
Blood Memory #4
there is a story and in the story he sits across the table writing the story about the problem in your bones — past tense — a future looking back upon itself. you wonder how...
Mothering
Once a couple of years ago, my partner’s kids / gave me a card for mother’s day. This year / they didn’t, caught up in their lives as they are, / their...
foreshocks
people continue disappearing / into pinholes and the anchor / on tv is vomiting tragedy / after tragedy into our living / rooms. show us war, show us a girl / below...
It’s Always Winter When Someone Dies
New snow / Mother’s high heeled boots track / a path to nowhere. / / ...
Snow Day
Through the kitchen window, I watch you / shoveling what the plow left. You are talking / to the neighbour and I realize that she is stunning. / But then, we don’t...
Well Preserved
When you were born / I canned thirty-six jars of plum tomatoes. / They followed me for seven years / until I felt debt free and tipped the last ten down the...
Sleeping Buddies
I search the medicine cabinet / for melatonin — my pineal gland / doesn’t produce enough for me. / I’ve lost my circadian rhythm because / at night, I think of the polar bears. ...
Wanishkaa: The Story Hunter’s Lovesong
We woke, and he told me that love tastes like raining. Looking at each other, our bodies bare, the memory of our flesh an umbrella over us, his eyes roving over mine,...