Poetry
Queen Charlotte is a Horse 1
Thing is we’re growing / old together, that mare and I. / Our bodies are mutually lumped and scarred, / we sag where we used to billow.2 I outnumber her / in...
this is why I write
so at times when my / ...
Advice for the Living
Who will offer advice to the living? / / There are those who write in fanciful script: / they mistake surface meaning / for...
Dream of a Drive Long Ago
From the back seat / of a sedan, / not long flat fields, / tree lines, / farmhouses, daughters / but the ditch / / before the fields / I...
Emily is loved
Emily Carr sells some paintings, buys a luxury item radio. / Static like ruckling, a grater pulled over a piece of satin. / Let’s say it’s a nutmeg grater, and we know...
Coverlet
Listed in the inventory as / “Gold and peach silk velour / purchased 1983.” / / No mention that the pattern / fuzzily matches the bedside lamps — / florals and putti...
(loop)
believe it. Saturn, ringed for centuries by / her own shattered moon, nowhere she can look / / without seeing it. How often she tries / / to will off...
L’esprit de l’escalier
You think of it while, say, / lying in bed on a dry-mouthed Monday morning, / eyes open, quietly hoping for a kind death, / / the hour, the week, the...
What I know about her
She came to them eyes open, dark diamonds of curiosity / starred and blinking, you could believe she was an infant / coveted by other beings, those menacing imps, / pouring darkness...