"All afternoon it smelled like a greenhouse. Read More
Blackness underfoot, the flapping of geese,
The earthworms white and starving at our ankles.
"In the Hawaiian language, there is a word for Read More
actions that are not done
to other things."
"You have spent centuries sewing Read More
my worth into the seams of a dollar bill."
"The blood was dark in my green and white underwear that was too big on me." Read More
"The sun shone through the clouds like a Renaissance- painting." Read More
"1. Hazy as a bee, you tell me to lighten up and put your starched hands on my hips to rock us like twin sunken ships, babies in the bathwater, and pray that the lights, sucked of patience by lampshades and films of dust, stay dim." Read More
"Kosher Cajun Deli and Grocery has a new 'Shrimp' po-boy— god know’s what’s in it, but I am steaming smug, picking up chicken and manischewitz, chopped liver in styrofoam. 'You here for your mom’s order?'" Read More
"Last week I lived like a child: Read More
lime room, then purple room
in the afternoon. A custard for lunch"
"My mother drops exhausted on the coverlet of a king Read More
sized hotel bed on the outskirts of Pisa and promises to
never set foot in another art museum for as long as her life
"Plane landing. I know this unrolling sprawl. Young woman in a plastic chair. Blue box at the edge of the ocean." Read More
"My parents, Ohio River Valley natives, bought three Read More
acres of wooded land surrounded by soybean fields
and carved a house out of the branches, a giant brick"
"I am a bearer of dead things Read More
the catheter hangs
around my neck"
"This is the type of grit meant to be trapped under glass, Read More
buildings with soft crown molding just starting
to curdle at the edges, cheese in hot sun"
"fingers hair woven Read More
pull upon the tanned nape
for you to"
"there is no harsher lesson Read More
it is the whip
cracking in the air"
"Heart blossoms splendidly till wind blows out Read More
hope and the mobile’s light blue lullabies
tucks love to sleep in warm Byzantium."
we do not love the same, you and I, Read More
as you showed me with honey and birch beer."
"A balloon stretched thin Read More
sings depth on a whim"
"A Sunday evening, we were coming home, Read More
My orange Spanish book matched the trees,
It smelled of leather carseats and October sky,
The temperature fell overnight."