SURGERY: 1977
Flickering between memory and nightmare,I was gurneyed from my hospital room,my body weighed down with a heavy blanketsince it was still winter in...
loose harvest
In another life, I was edible
flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee
that said tubular. It came to define
me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...
Eulogyafter a song by Tool
If I can’t cry for you, how can I cryfor myself? Someday, they’ll find you,lightning burned tongue, wings long pawned,liver...
Preserves
I have an urge to preservetoday, boil the remaining fruitsto their sticky sugars, remove
the pits and seeds, smash fleshadd pectin and lemon juice, pourand...
Sabbath I
Every moment,
in the waning sun
is christened with the possibility
of rest, with the knowledge
that another is worthy
of the green’s blessing,
with the delight of light...
Cheesefor L. C.
I want to write you a friendship poembut it wants clichés:calls in the middle of the night,laughs over a late drink.
Instead there’s...
audience
my brain guides the fingers each a handpatterns sequences of line hardly a chordfor or against and the surprising key change
my eye leads scouts...
Poetry
I take my poem to a laboratory. It smellslike chrysanthemums.A team of doctors wearing gas masks tells mepoetry is an equation with a solution....
The Reflection Terrace at Brookside Gardens
I am still water
I take on the color of thehedge-pine greens thegeese-moss browns thetortoise-rock grays theazalea-breeze pinks thebride-haze whites...
POULTICEWhen you have looked elsewherefor answers—the spider’s web,the empty hive, the rotted log,beneath the unturned stone—ask yourself what you haveneglected. Do not lamentthat what...
