Follow the Directions
It was the blue-covered cookbook she reached for every time.
She couldn’t remember when she had received it,
wondered if she had borrowed...
lady dayin burgundy and blueher voice jazzesunlocks the mindyou wonder what follows timenotes her music comes aliveher voice oh you willshe sweatingly teasesblue piping...
Where Vessels Go to Die
Did you think of shipyards, things that sail the seasWhen you heard vessels- I am thinking of the gloriousUruli, peepa,kodam…Grand,...
Peaches & Poetry
I’m trying to leave my phone in the drawer,to get enough sleep, and drink more water.All while the world tumbles towardsbecoming rubble—it...
Boativation (Kayak Poem #22)
Broen and I catch Mother Weather napping,push off into her belly, glide on glassinto the York River. Glittering current requiresthe paddle...
Entranced by Fire
I light the forest,see what burned looks like,more visceral than AIpictures. Flaking branches,like fish on a grill.Black smoke, crawlingalong acre after acre...
A Simple MachineThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society.
Frayed and wild...
The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...
