Reading Hass

poetry
  I spend all day on Google Maps picking out houses with porches and old trees in the front yard. On some online road in California I play how old…

What a Son Owes His Father

poetry
  is left unsaid though his features speak it and the color of his voice, his choices. He carries his father unsteadily, as once his father hoisted him high onto…

God’s Dollhouse

poetry
  Spring is not everything, but it seems to be the answer. God is here, stretching her green knuckles to set the heart aflame. That other spring, when I turned…

The growth of time

poetry
  As a kid I’d lean against the right wall of my room and with a pencil draw a horizontal line that revealed my height alongside the passage of time:…

Architecture Tour

poetry
  —after Sylvia Plath* here what you see is the intent to express the frame once concealed with ornament once unimaginable here flowers made as if cut by machine, as…

Rapunzel

poetry
  My son asked me how can she keep a baby from her parents like that I think about her the witch as I cut off most of my hair…

The Burden of Translation

poetry
  My mother carried an old man on her back after she fled Vietnam. He was small and shriveled, like a mummy, limbs broken and reassembled into a folded child.…

As sons stand in line

poetry
  stopping with their chimera cameras departed currencies they want to see where the Bedouin coin necklaces are thread where the Druze cross-stitch their dinner mats devourer of spiders but…

progeny

poetry
  from your opening will come an era of inconsequence an adage without donkey or kettle to prepare the glacial faces for their wanderings in a place where the ants…

40 El alacrán

poetry
  If you knew anything about deserts, you knew there were scorpions. So when one appeared in your yard, standing where the crosshatched patches of grass met the beginning of…

True me

poetry
  Weed-scrabble, cropping for the hungry earth, this wet morning, young robin clutching at old ivy, berrying the fruits of autumn’s windfall. In the cemetery, apples. I am out of…