Poetry
Species of Dust
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. / White dust of finger-bones, milled in flesh / Pestles, and the dust of the Sybil’s teeth, / Grinding each night in...
Rural Pantheon
An ad’s gone out in the village pages / for Minor God of Incandescent Rages. / / Likewise sought is someone young and able / to serve as Lord of the...
Need a picture for the obit
In their wedding photos, / my mother resembles a doll of herself, / painted and straw-thin in tablecloth lace, / while my father looks like a movie star of the era —...
My Old Man
“Get a job,” he used to say / when I was up till midnight, / red-eyed, nervous, burnt out, / cramming for first year finals. / And when I got a summer...
The Watchwoman
I hope to retire in the village / of heavy-headed children, / the off-balance boys and girls / who run with their faces pitched forward / along muddy paths in the brilliance...
Abandoned
Someone tore the hands off a big round clock, familiar / as a classroom clock & abandoned it in the weeds / beside the river. It took the time right out of...
Land then Water
The cheque refuses to be cashed without being thanked first. / One cow has skidded down the meadow and tipped over. / By the time I find her, her skull is a...
Barometric Pressure
Always start with poems about places / that sing themselves as if they were a whir / of mid-august heat bugs. Begin each / with words by other people, famous / or...
Herons on the Ice
Having had their summer, swum, fished and plunged / deeply in their chosen waters, these old birds / have woken up to find the world changed, / their choice stretch of pond...