Where the empty cartons go
1 Rain in an unused pool Lack of attention is a kind of dirtying. We are tension stretch. We are land filled beyond our fill. A…
About Everything, with Everything / Con todo y sobre todo
The time has come to write poems about everything, with everything: with Judge Dee’s prose (so precise, scientific), with cartoons by Milton Caniff, Frank Robbins, Alex Raymond, with Bompiani…
Bedroom in Arles
In my hour to read Sweetman’s Van Gogh, order seeds for the garden, frame a print, I stood instead at a window, watching you children wild with joy at…
Night Poem
Your body diminished at my touch. It hurt, though who I’m not sure. Don’t stop loving me I said, being brave. But it was a dream—love, and my speaking…
I Dreamed I Forgot
I dreamed I forgot who I was—the last woman to love you. You knew me as a girl, when joy was edgeless, and required no work. Cinquefoil in the…
Night Poem
The wind gossips, though most everything stays sleeping, the stars in the black pouch of heaven, stones, the unexceptional foliage, poor wind with so much to say and no…
Life as a Mirror
It was a relationship of listening. Listening while we ate dinner or sat on the couch. Listening while you answered my questions. Listening while you complained about your ex-girlfriends.…
Morphology
Give her the name of the longest river in the world or call her river. Either way, she will collect and hold and move everyone from one place to…
Particle, Little Part
She ran to the forest like the women before her, and like them, she turned into a tree that the gods gave her name, a way to honor a…
the day the tumor began (2)
a guinea pig, running loose in the grocery store, refugee from the pet shop next door. Word of the escape traveled more swiftly than the rodent did, and she…