My Mother as Moon
Though I stormed the weathered blood of her ancestors, I wanted milkwhen I arrived. She promised food but fed me iron. I starved. I dimmed into slack. I wanted to be daughter and she said,mother me. I was born in…
Poet and Explorer
Poet and Explorer
Though I stormed the weathered blood of her ancestors, I wanted milkwhen I arrived. She promised food but fed me iron. I starved. I dimmed into slack. I wanted to be daughter and she said,mother me. I was born in…
I look up, gaze at the mountain moon,then back, dreaming of my old home.–-Li Po Spring snow, cooled ash. You: first white gleam, then rubbled.Bright seam of moon tended the burning creeks. Forest char, bone piles.Trundle bed, basement. Your steam…
Last night the Hunter’sMoon came looking for you.She lit a wedding parade, boyssearching the street for a fix. Confusedby your death, your loved ones try to marry each other. Are we onlybone, skin and urge?I miss you more than ever.We are…
Under traffic, a sparrow clings lightly to blue tissue,scooped for its nest in the poplar’s bent, smooth body. Wind pulses at the door all day. You cook meatin a black kettle; its juices drool. My hungry body. left you in…
Our home eventually blew down,stained planks shattered under the winds of his panic.We held our jackets high over our heads like bright sails and tried to fly away. He livedin the propane fumes of his van, trash collecting under its axled belly. Each…
I wander amongsmall continents of pale greenlichen maps on stone