The Most Poetic Thing
At 6 a.m., I read Lorca’s Poema del Cante Jondo. I take a photo
Of “La Lola” in the sunlight and post it on Facebook...
Legacy
IT WAS NOT MY CHOICE TO SKIN RABBITS
to let their blood
drain over me
This is something that nobles do and I
am descended
from a long line...
This Too Shall Pass
Whatever your youngest relation says to do
do it without question.
If she hands you an empty bottle to wish inside
then whisper whatever you can...
Mise en Place
Could this be madness, this? ~Sylvia Plath
Beyond all dusky upstairs rooms,
their doors fastened tight, locked by skeleton
keys I’ve lost in some drawer
of the mind,...
it’s hard to get a bead on god
Sometimes I try belief like a hat,
tilting to see how things appear
under a brim. Run my finger
along the edge of a hollow & stride
through...
Life Among Reproductions
You are no better than the world
you live in / is what I sing to you tonight...
A Love Song
I am the man who cried out and knew,
that first day, I would stay with you,
that even my anger never stood a chance.
You were...
How to Make a No-Sew Coronavirus Mask From a Poem*
After you've read this poem, place it
on your kitchen table
From the top of the poem, fold down a flap of your fear;
from...
Up Close
A dandelion’s fruiting head
a jeweled amphora.
Spinach tissue’s blue
mosaic, too beautiful to eat.
Stomata dot the skin of trillium
like points on a map, what’s laid bare
by...
The Plain
after Brueghel's "The Peasant Wedding"
and William Carlos Williams' poem
Bowls and white tablecloth and plain brown walls.
Bonnet, cap or hat.
A placid young girl sits on...
T E A R S
for Bree Cameron
In the Year and Era of Our Quarantine
Your tears wander the vacant streets at night,
One fluvial wet footstep at a time
Desolate & ...
Photographing Your Salad Turns It into a Ghost
Women who eat nothing but salad aren’t really women but figments of the culture’s collective unconscious. One day one escapes the walls of the...