This Is Not Loving
My sister told me she took Dad’s face in her hands and said, There’s nothing, just nothing in your eyes. […]
Boomer Girls, Poems, Tributes
Boomer Girls
Boomer Girls, Poems
Seeker
First it’s the centipede I kill downstairs and then it’s the one who runs of into the dark while I
Boomer Girls, Poems, Tributes
Fifties San Francisco: A Child’s Story
Walk to the Palace all twisty turny, down this way and that, dance like the bloomers hanging overhead, steaming sour
Boomer Girls, Poems, Tributes
After Studying Matisse’s Pianist and Checker Players at Midnight
A distinct hum emerges from the line drawn, from the simple gesture of paint. Here, for example, where Matisse once
Boomer Girls, Poems, Tributes
Birds
I found the blue jay on the driveway under the pink drunk Czechoslovakian- grandma-planted peonies which were under the restrained
Boomer Girls, Poems
Reeling in a Skate on Kachemak Bay, Alaska
We drop bait and jig down eighteen fathoms, trolling bottom for the halibut they say are white and big as