yesterday we went down the lane / picked blackberries / wild raspberries / you called them
grapes / I carried you / our heads together / we laughed in each other’s mouths / followed
the path to the river / a small beach / stones in the water / your dad made the st...
She is leaning against the wall, sagging from no water.
No one notices as her flower fades and the petals fall again.
Hope springs eternally and naively as she shyly looks at the
boys who pass her by.
Invisible in spite of her bright colors.
At the hour of one she gath...
This boy vacuums the taxidermy. Moves the black nozzle over still-soft hair, over pink-veined ears, polished noses, thick necks. This one looks awfully offended. He’s gentle with the horns. Hardly skimming. Indignant. ...
I confess. I do believe in god. Not an all knowing
all powerful bearded old man on a throne in the sky.
No. No. My god is androgynous, sitting near me
In the coffee shop. Inconspicuous. Strong, but
flawed. With my god, I press my face to the sky.
And I feel the dri...
I have turned when tired or tight
to the twin who should be
ghosting in on my blind side,
disappearing like mist on a glass
sensing his heavy breath like we've
crossed a snowy field
leaving no footprints, like a perfect crime
when the house is quiet, I notice...
Behind the veil of immaculate speeches and harsh promises they would lie down, naked, and she
would stroke him, her fingertips tracing the curve of his lower back – smooth like the slope of a
sunny dune softly glowing beneath her hand – careful to stay far awa...
opening the door
to let the dog out.
cold creeping inward
like a clammy hand
and bedclothes. last night
the first frost
fell like petals - I drove to work
looking at pictures of leaves.
all gone now.
then the daylight thaw
like autumn tossed int...