Poem
I am not poignant. I am losing nuance. I beat you over the head.…
Today I am elbow deep in some animal’s belly pulling out the heart and…
mauve, sprigs of oleander— ceilings shedding water stains in shapes of crooked eyes—my jaws…
for Nicole Kaltz Pears ripen. The turtle crosses a walking path to her nesting…
Oops! Careful we have to be : Opening the door , Getting our…
In our world, pomegranates are bees’ produce. Structure of honeycomb, kernels combed away. The…
I heard they no longer sew eyelids of the dead shut. When I pressed…
There are no more dances there. When she clocks in, the batwings sound as if…
like the family I need documents to stay here lose them and I lose my…
We ambled onto the river bank Oblivious of what lay beneath the waters, Muddy khaki…