Poetry
March’s Lovely Asymptotes The property line melts into forest, its late winter browns Like a beast’s pelt; oaks hunched like sleeping bear; Beech and birch extend into ugly candid possum hair, And elms and maples …
What It Means When You Dream You Bought a Red Cadillac it means your face is on fire it means your hands grab anything that moves it means you want to be kissing her scarlet …
Border Town Graduates Although we’re closer to feeling the grass pulled over our lips forever, we still bare our dirty teeth and laugh. We managed to look twice our age, and now our wrinkles won’t …
Sonnet 17 Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and …
Whose River And then one day, so many have gone to wherever they go, and the river shines — a slurring of green between the trees; a faint gold light on the other side. The …
To a Mouse Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee Wi’ …
Library sink tableau two pages hardcore porn small sunscreen tube The bride and the groom and a little brown-haired girl sticking out her tongue Fourteen hours waiting for this train hello again, wink the stars …
xDroughts Shasta, your monastery was built on the wrong mountains; the rain rarely falls at your feet and begs to cleanse them. The prodigal sun always returns too often, quick to imbibe Mother’s empathy. Shasta, …
Pen Balanced on a Window Frame Who stood it upright on its rounded end: tiny obelisk, or rocket poised for space? Was it placed to overlook the library’s universe of books, the grass outside sprouting …
Looking West from Montecito, Late Afternoon Beneath hills of agave and eucalyptus, beneath the Spanish palms and walled estates, I look across the bird refuge to East Beach . . . mist in the channel …
Christmas Carol The kings they came from out the south, All dressed in ermine fine; They bore Him gold and chrysoprase, And gifts of precious wine. The shepherds came from out the north, Their coats …
let’s make a list of women in power now the trees are so still they are about to catch on fire we wake up for something to do someone to become the difference between aria …
Spilling the Kool-Aid You can count your blessings if you have any or shut down in the neon haze that invades the parking lot and changes the way you think about moonlight knocking around at …
Dying Young Midnight, and again I’m chasing sleep: its fresh-linen smell and deep sinking, but when I close my eyes I see my son, closing his eyes. I’m afraid of that dream, the tape looped …
The Pumpkin Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold, With broad leaves …
Hooked We complicate In savage glee Casting many Lines into Lifeless waters Hooking each Other’s hooks and Pulling mad to Never have the Tension reveal itself As the tangle of Our wild dreams Of darling …