Ten till showtime this old friend of yours takes us backstage to meet the band and strum a few verses, hoping to stall till a crowd shows up, and…

  in memory of my student, 2000-2019   After last spring’s surprise grackle attack and the autumn squirrels’ burgling acrobatics   I almost didn’t fill the feeders this year.  …

  Sometimes I think the gods want something else. Enough with the libations, they might cry (if it weren’t for the prohibition on two-way speech). Don’t gore that ox on…

  He went to her on my birthday. Did he sneak through the blades of night Between our friends’ quarter moon tents To find her? Maybe they walked the aqueous…

  Find the balance at the oarlock says the coach not the usual way, not inside the boat. She wants us to push our consciousness three feet out, rest it…

  Everything has been remodeled about motherhood. I should know, I am not one. A mother, that is. I have one, like we all do, or did, at the time…

  Open me. Split me down the seam that stretches just above my collar bones to my navel and down to the seam of my hem. Divide me and you…

  On a warm spring that gorged on soil, spewed tornadoes like seeds, I painted my nails blue, the color of Alice’s dress, and cycled at night to the older…

  Because I want to be a wolf; because the earth smells of sinew and green. Because his hair was made of corn dust and cloud and I wanted to…

  February 4, 2020, Lake Michigan   She is dark coat and seed, blonde shock into the wind, the earth rounding a bend of sand to greet her, lift a…