Wetness: An Assay
Take a square, a circle.
Flip it over, ask it to rotate: its face stays the same.
An isosceles triangle
doesn’t choose which of its sides.
Awards, Poems, Rattle Poetry Prize
The Minstrel Cycle
is a group bike ride involving guys in tight pants and floppy hats with feathers, I tell my daughter. They
Mother’s Day Unsonnet
To think that I was once a germ of light
in the belly of another being,
and that this fact is unremarkable
in the vast plod of human existence …
Confiding with a Hen
“I like to write poetry because when I read a good poem, it makes me feel good and I smile. I would like to make other people feel good too.”
Resurrection
When I was five my brother convinced me
to perform mouth to mouth on a catfish
floating belly up in the scum that gathered
in the lake behind our house.