Mary, Mary

poetry
  And this is where they found him in the snow. At first we thought a hunter’s shot a deer. My husband’s gun. My garden does not grow. A prescient…

The Pages in August

poetry
  The pages in August were pulpy, some as thick as my tongue, some folding over like tendrils, some spinning out of the orbits of their spines, some oozing a…

After the Overdose

poetry
  Horses glittered in the field Like knives A sudden drop In temperature everything Washed in ash The Yes unstuck Landscapes Picked clean Let’s go down To some train station…

Pitch

poetry
  In the heat I hobbled             on my phantom limb.             Bark where a pulse should have splintered.  …

Small God

poetry
  Small enough to crawl in through the pet door to my mind when I’m all locked, so small You nest a migraine in my pillow, gall my hallways like…

Cartoons in Red and Blue

poetry
  A boy is coloring a picture of his family, but he only has two crayons.   If he makes his father’s face blue, he must draw his eyes red.…

virginity

poetry
  Since he had a girlfriend (now gay), we met just inside the chapel doors, only to descend the stairs separately, like spies, or, in truth, I forget, but I…

Maqloobah

poetry
  after Allison Wilkins I cannot tell you how the olive oil is first harvested from my neighbor’s trees. How the cauliflower is cut into bouquets, eggplant sliced and divided…

Calligraphy

poetry
  Arabic of the hair of my husband’s chest each year a new phrase   aquamarines in my hair tremors of light my husband’s diamond mind,   Gift us, O…

Trees Lie Broken Everywhere

poetry
  I was visiting the capital city of Slovenia, passing through the park. At the edge was a man selling chestnuts, sitting on a bag of chestnuts, inhaling a cigarette…