Poetry
untitled haibun # 9
O is a cage. Overgrown O disappears from form, photographs a cage buried in the spring, finds its way to seed. Vines grow over O, force white pages to the earth and...
finally
It is always there, next to your skin, if you look on it that way / / 1 / a system, a catalogue or register / of all we carry; an...
variations on a glosa on the fourth anniversary of 9/11
Hard to believe this day is here again, / though some feel the passage of time / whenever they look into the mirror, others won’t look, / and some go mystical, and...
why not
We’re not going anywhere exotic / we’re staying put. / I keep making sincere and ludicrous pacts with myself / eat more fruits and vegetables / exercise more, forget more / forget...
rules for writing poems about hurricane katrina
You may include memories of nickel nights / at the Brazil, or the Tulane student you dry-humped / in an alley one Mardi Gras. You may wax political: / tally the Blacks...
jardins
La nuit au cercle des retrouvailles . . . Transparentes tes mains renées à l’enfance / et ton regard clair, porcelaine patiente. Vers toi, le pain beurré. Ce bonheur de te /...
parfum
L’été avait une odeur de lait. La table de bois nu ouvrait sur des infinis de cimes / et de lumière. Jours poudrés de soleil entassés au fond de nuits qui s’ignorent....
on gaspereau road
We can’t count the Cree, / the Mi’kmaq and Métis and Haida / women who have disappeared. / / Some turn up on farms / or rivers, like Priscilla did /...
girlwood: a treasury for the lost (excerpts)
* / If I had the chance, I’d ask the world to dance. / —Billy Idol / / It was as if the higher the boot the higher up / the...