My Father Speaks of His Father.
If you did not resist
May’s light might sing different.
There’s still spring in the battlefields
And everywhere there is blood.
[By] Halves
What if one leg isn’t in love with the other any more, can’t recall who smudged the wallpaper, a
Invisible Horse
In fifth grade, Stewart Jackson gave me a see-through, anatomically accurate plastic model horse. It had removable organs
Audio, Poems, Prompt Poem of the Month
Poem in Which I Inspect the Fabric Care Label
after Denise Duhamel I never noticed the tag sewn discretely behind my knee. I guess my mother was afraid to
Severe Atypia
I know you feel like an old, sad dog, the doctor says,
But I think you’re still worth saving.
I’m on my stomach, shirtless,
It’s bright and cold outside, snowing again.
Two-Hour Delay
It’s February and already
I’ve overspent my budgeted bewilderment
for the year, most of it on deep & constant
sorrow: war, deportations, deployments, hatred
forged into policy, theft, dead phone lines
and locked doors.