In the dawn breaking over the trees, the wisp of sweet air. A ribbon of water seeps through ice rimes along the brook’s edge. The forest contracts and expands.…

  I lace my boots, part the branches to enter the woods and become its creature. The trail runs through a tunnel. The air’s cooler here, weed damp, dark and…

  “that/s a handsome young man” says a whitehaired world war ii vet w/ a twinkle +++ in his eye      “i betcha when he gets out of this…

It is a well, my body,/for the state/to pour their labors into,/my body. Put between bodies/assigned to me/because of my body. The right kind/of man teaching/the right kind/of bodies. What…

Vox, 2/11/19 I worry. Not the way I worried about the brown recluse of my childhood haunting the garage, the leaf pile, the specter of necrotic creeping sores; or the…

  One night, when you were still a child, the phantom lunged for your neck. Come morning, it was still hanging on, so you wore its darkness like a cape…

  It’s snowing on Jane Street and I wish Schuyler’s boots were kicking out from under his umbrella, or someone else’s boots since Jimmy’s dead and his would be a…

  We hunted houses +++++for cracks. Cellars for damp. Figured the age of roofs and how long they might hold. +++++Can you picture your lives here the agent asked &…

  and Iain slings his baked Alaska in the bin. The whole spoiled sweet. There’s talk of faulty freezers. Sabotage. Enraged viewers blame Diana. In loss, I too demand a…

  I don ’t go back often, but now my mom calls, and already, I can picture the drive: bend in the road, forest hill, the pasture, the creek, and…

  Mine reaches beyond my lifetime, far into the past, my friend Iris tells me. Ancestral, another word for the way sound can sometimes be too much, the roar of…

  The night before I was baptized in my mother’s church, I dreamed of drowning, my lungs a sudden pond, fish long gone, eclipsed moon void of breath. How long…