In the third grade, I sat in the last row.Chalk dust whisper down the slate blackboard.The radiators hammered like anvilsthroughout the morning. In the...

Clouds weep on theWindows adding their sorrow to my unchecked sadness. Sun tries to drysky’s tears, shine throughbut fog shrouds sky,effectively blockingany warmth from...

WITNESSING PHOTOSYNTHESIS My partner ina sturdy flowerpot. She trips the lightfantastic, into all life. Comets arcuniverses, for her. Waves entwine like wreathsto holidays, for her. A sturdy flowerpotwalks out...

Missing, Presumed DeadThe mountain fell. Ice. No resistance.Canyon floor far below.What would the wives know?Crampon, piton, stance.The cloud bellowed. RopeGrew tight. Afternoon fadedInto night....

POEM ENDING WITH A NESTLING CRADLED IN MY HUSBAND’S LARGE HAND Because of the time difference I waketo a text from my husband, sent the...

darkness fell, and we knew what we were in for; wind howled and we sheltered from the storm, and crawling from beneath the fallen branches,the shadows...

Lost Summers of my Youth The sweetness of summer, falling from trees /ripe / soft / luscious dreams of forever.We were the ones who begged...

Calliope Teaches Me How to Write It’s dusk, and these hallowed groundsare motionless and silentOrange radiates from the horizon,and the oak trees loom like shadowsof...

Joan, Bob, and Ginsberg If you had known Joan and Bob you would have said they were such crazies - her hauntingly beautiful voice his wildly cataclysmic fantasies...