Still Life with Bear and Choke Cherry
In late summer. The hunger of bears. Its logic. Its shifting mouth. Its swift stripping. And prodigious energy. She looks up as if to say, I will not…
I Gave Him the Moon
—with thanks to Geoff Notkin —a piece of it, lunar rock, gingerly, as directed. I gave him the moon, or as we call it, mah, the H heard…
Parenthesis Enclosing Empty Space
You were my Persephone until you abducted yourself. From me. Gone ( ) Where? Why? How? Who are you? My body echoes with your absence, with once-and-lost inflections.…
Elegy as Long as a Summer
Summer burned easily. And everyone had something to say. The rock said, be finished with sweetness. The tree said, repeat like a lie. The ground said, a mouse is…
Trans-Boy Rising
Hair chopped short as it will get. The risen boy practices forgetting as the pilgrim does. He is a vocabulary of starlings and salt.
[body farm] [soul photograph/double exposure] [late light]
after Sally Mann —silk and honey the hair is after so much rain // but not the skin // the skin is coral // leaf-torn & bee-pitted // humped…
Self-portrait
Let the wind whip a canvas with coffee grounds and leaves, the easel upright on a porch with boards missing like molars. Give the wind time and pigment: the…
Hallucination
Another haunting symptom her late Dementia Won’t let me forget. I mean that night I found her Sitting straight up in bed. All glassy-eyed: “Look at him. Oh look…
Head to expose
only after a thorough comparison of clutch and diet, with meager fruit and seed regimens avoided (before I attempt a change of nest) …