Lunar Cycle

poetry
  my body sheds new life, over & double. i was told both it was sacred, it was filth— in other words godliness i do not care for. my folklore…

Red Geraniums

poetry
  My children have been excused from the table, have picked up their plates, half-nudging their chairs in with their narrow hips, and jangled their silverware all the way to…

Impression, Jardin des Tuileries

poetry
I. One morning in Paris, +++++she alighted ++++++++++on the Orangerie. Hadn’t she, as a girl, loved Monet? ++Had each jigsaw of greens +++++++and blues not cohered +++into a lily, had…

Alone in the Beinecke with Langston Hughes

poetry
From draft to draft, I see the translator’s tension headache, a grind of molars. +++++++++++Despierto entonces de mi propio +++++++++++grito, the close of Gabriela Mistral’s poem “Dormida.” +++++++++++Awaken myself with…

Metaphors

poetry
  +++—after Sylvia Plath I’m a reusable canvas bag. A hotel without enough bedrooms. Winter injected in a snow globe, only water beneath its glass dome. Ivory from palms not…

From Bird to Barn Swallow

poetry
  In my last moments, before I coughed my guts onto the pavement, while hot wind raked my feathers, she, all beak and awkward neck, leaned over me, craning to…

The Other Lauren

poetry
I’d just been to Goodwill ++and the recycling center when I pulled up beside the other Lauren ++returning from a run. I was feeling light, blithe with the lifted weight…

Gloria, In Excelsis

poetry
  I. The last time I saw Gloria, my Jamaican grandmother, her ghosts had brought her to a New York night club. It was 3:35 pm on a twenty-first century…

Fiddle

poetry
Noun 1. a musical instrument of the viol family Simple enough. It sleeps in its box the way a fox might sleep in a hole. 2. violin Not exactly. A…