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...
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....
What You Owe Me
Truly this nation remains in debtDespite approving the funds necessary to address the ceilingYes, we the people,Bound by a noninclusive constitutionWith...
Who am I
Caramel thickness rich with layers of brown agaveIndigenous- my story isNampeyo’s Legacy fusing red clay with loveSerendipitousMy story is locs of painBreaking...
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...
Violin Plays
She holds on tight to bow and strings, yet,it is her body, curving and rounding,on inner caverns that gives musicits beginnings: Soaked in...
