Gourd
In a sideboard shuttered away, I find it.Shake it.let it fill my palm—this brown surfacesmooth and firm.Who held it,carried it to this shore?I shake...
You’ve forgotten the names of your homemade saintswho crowd in the dark behind your thin lids.In the veil you’ve drawn betweenHere and Not Here, they...
*With gratitude to all who contributed to this crowd-sourced list poem following my social media inquiry
I’m so sorry that happened to you.It makes sense...
