The Good Nights

poetry
  When my father left us, my mother became a panther, her eyes slow from medication, hunting an answer   the rooms couldn’t give her. She was angry, but didn’t…

Alternative Facts

poetry
  for Tamir Rice   the officer stops   parks his car at the frost chipped curb the officer can see the boy and spends a few more moments in…

Airfield

poetry
  on days when he’d been exiled from home and you had yet to learn to travel the crease of your mother’s brow   you’d sit with your father  …

Alabama Climacteric

poetry
  I caught the smell of sick on myself, sweet as talcum or skin. My god was exhausted. My god was a glitter. My   mama called sweat a sheen.…

Another Way of Explaining It

poetry
  A fine way of looking at things— me observing you kissing me.   How decent of me to pretend I am shocked by you.   You’re the inverted foot…

Valentine’s Day

poetry
  Why is it so stubbornly in winter? Drifts everywhere, salt shortage. For the men hawking roses in morning rush, nowhere to stand but the street — they’re gonna get…

Parole

poetry
  Tonight the moon is out   on parole—no room, no light   of her own, although in the right mood   she can drag her black dress across  …

Hollow

poetry
   I’m awake again 5 a.m. walking around the house again bare feet on unsealed tiles            again sleep crusts eyes morning's ritual becomes clang clang putting pots away         …

Our School Colors

poetry
  Logan, you took your glass eye out for me.                   It wasn’t the taking out that I needed   to see, but…