Poetry
When I Was Good, Still
It was a time when I was good to all / the world, a time when all the world still called / me good. The smoke from Ide’s kitchen mounts / ...
Rocks Grew in the Fields
rocks grew in the fields in the spring: / this was not a wonder; ice moving in earth / clenching and releasing them, pushed them / into the light over generations; /...
Playground
All those awkward years / you didn’t realize you were training: / / Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack / clapped fast, fast, faster / to the recess bell / /...
Sighting
Rain eats the paper bag / she carries from the Chinese grocer, / bottom collapses, / strange plum-like fruit escapes, / little yellow suns rolling downhill / into the foggy harbour. /...
In My Heart Is Coltrane
In my heart is Coltrane, / precise addictions & / improvised optimism. / Our joy a lottery / anticipating / “The upswing in the industry.” / / While fundraising / for...
Its Eyes Were Black
its eyes were black its beak was black and its feathers were black . it had been dead for a / long time and i thought that by now it must be black on...
D*rian
entails ord. hither / nodal stria / holds, endears in / thole-a-thorn lid’s / din, throes alas, diet / lorn, hearth, sol dinner, / oath slid not rid / Se-Lhasa, trine hold....
This Is the Second Time Today
I’ve met the eyes of that workman in the building — this morning, and just now, around 8, when he smiled at me coming up the stairs. He doesn’t know that I’m the one...
Horse
For you, I’ll recall walking / to the barn to ride my horse, Biscuit. / 1991. I wore a white blouse / that tied at the throat / and mom’s brown leather...