So, in this swirl of carbon, you feel things
like your eyes dusted by hibiscus thistle
or ear errors corrected by a finer tuning of strings.
Read MoreI rest up on a hill marked quiet and green
evergreens line the way up and back from town
and from the peak lay miles of rows of green
Read MoreMedea: Momma Drama-Rama
[From the beginning] [before we could call it] [anything]
[before we could interpret] [her gaze]
Read MoreLet’s believe a house is waiting. Let’s
believe it’s gray so day doesn’t restart
in plastic pink. Let’s believe this.
Doors yawn open and show how time
Read More‒after Vermeer
Many times that winter
in your bed as the sun set
beyond the window frost
you stared at that house in Delft
Read MoreFor my mother
When she went to school back East in her first black dress, a pearl necklace,
Read Morei drove past austin’s house the front yard
unlit for weeks since his father died
a brain tumor that festered and flexed for years—
Read Moreis to notice death is an option.
What age was that?
To reject that life is a blessing.
To enliven a dinner party
by pondering perdition
& damning its demons.
Read MoreTexas v. Commonwealth
of Pennsylvania, State
of Georgia, State of
Michigan, State of
Wisconsin
Read Moreon the front porch
i fold myself prim into the rocking chair,
i cradle a butter gilded fried pie in my hands.
Read MoreIts name was Old Dry Diggins in the Gold Rush days.
But now it could be anywhere along a foothills river—
woodland-chaparral, arbutus, canyon oak, madrone,
miner’s lettuce holding drops of rain, no lupine yet
but soon.
Read Moreso small the way
a church purrs in the rain
(here
a wind
there
a wind),
puts fur on its lips
and calls back
to the loose bam
Read MoreLook left—the sideways gaze, your always-silent god:
the women manly, men as spirit-muse.
We see you here, a turbaned sultan with a secret, untold.
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