Poetry Archive

Ode to growing tomatoes These days, it seems all I do is tend to this garden and feed this dog they’ve left me and made me walk and pick shit up after and dote on. The children, they don’t … [Read more...]

Disciplinarian I. In the closet, racked in line for picking, belts molder and shed in leather scabs; in hand, they crack like reins. On their legs and backs, the brand of a coachman shows … [Read more...]

I lift the ban—if you are gone, you will speak your own language. You broke my mother and so you broke me, lost in the thicket of your misfortune. Sharp brittle branches sticky with bird … [Read more...]

An Ocean of Shaking Hands Each time I bayonet a needle into my gut, I am digging up another dead boy buried in the dark corners of whatever apocalypse hides there. I carry the burden of every … [Read more...]

From blue doors The epistolemology of the field History refuses a settlement. The field is a category for knowledge. A cow is a period and more likely syntaxis. Cover of grass is blue, … [Read more...]

On my Mother, or Observing Two Deer in the Road with Death Wishes I don’t share the same sentiment, but my brakes are faulty. Say, didn’t you enjoy the sun today? I’ve hurt the people most … [Read more...]

even now, even still I remain unsettled by the lengths we go to      disguise our own loneliness my focus not on the arrows – red roses … [Read more...]

saving schrödinger’s cat I read an article on my phone on the train about changing truth at the quantum level about making the quarks choose sides & I thought about the time in the … [Read more...]

On Becoming a Geode I left high school pregnant, tiny pebble in the chaotic boot of the sixties. Banished for smallminded things— skipping class, protesting war, French kissing in the … [Read more...]

Thirty-Five All I want now myself only is to Wear kimonos with velvet Bralets, high-waisted velvet knickers The colour, close enough, of my skin Sit by windows, smoke cigarettes On long … [Read more...]

The Normal Ways In the morning her mom is gone and it is just me watching her tip an empty espresso cup to her lips or fuss with a bottle of the spiciest hot sauce on Beacon Hill. There … [Read more...]

A Train and a Funeral I had to hop a train to bury my most recent dead. His body laid in the funeral home at the other side of the tracks. I parked my car in the liquor … [Read more...]

It’s never enough but it’s plenty: it bore other names, one title different from the next, i can't hold on to the shadows. so, i spelt it as mother. As yeshua. … [Read more...]

Manhattan Daimon (for Nadia and her daughter As moon is to earth and earth about sun turns so I dance at the tree root till woodpecker sing and footfall free Ge from slumber … [Read more...]

  We Help a Friend Move in with Her New Lover She says that she feels safe with him. She says she falls asleep when he drives, like a child who will be carried in to bed. She says this … [Read more...]