Category: Poetry

  Far from shore the ocean floor ripples, shrugs and steals our footing, skews the horizon from its beam. A single wave larger and darker touches the beach...

  My daughter is cutting people out Of yesterday’s newspaper: legs, arms, Snip, snip, snip.  The heads Are difficult, around and around, and she tries Not ...

  I’d still never been naked for him when I showered with his mother and aunties in the long room at the farm. They were all brown breasts and laughter; I ...

  In an old photo, I’m crouching by a blackboard, wearing pajamas, pointing at a line-up in chalk.  And batting fourth, bold-lettered, starred, appears a f...

  For the third time in my life I got in a cold car, and drove away from the lights of town—twice for the Perseids, and this time for the Leonids. Each tim...

   when your son draws you a picture of a forest climb the tree with its cloud of leaves imagine the shape you wish to be bunny howling wolf proud ship ski...

    Dear Ones—solstice, and cool, rain off and on on the green leafy canopies rising through the depths of our canted back yard—locusts and walnuts, pine and ch...

    She’s losing faith in oscillations— the egg tossed up will crack on the kitchen floor. The shell splits. She wipes worn linoleum, imagines its col...

      If it were not woven from the bluegreen feathers of the quetzal, the sun would at once plummet from the sky. If his earplugs were not the h...

    Soft, accumulating… persistent, last night the snow began then pinked quiet, you know… beautiful…the quiet of hard layering, frosting the st...