Seven Nonagons August 7, 2021 A day so round, a day so happy. Rain fell hard; I made soup. Bluebirds lit from grass to branch, then back...

Spider Wasp Put down the power washer, remove your safety glasses, pour out the hour of rage and make way for a spider wasp dragging its...

If a poet is a poet for long enough, and has published enough poems and books to have a Selected Poems, it must be a strange thing to...

Beer & Wasps We lived near some railroad tracks in Gainesville, Florida. It was summer— I was three, my sister four; we were both very...

Fractions Remember Solomon from The Bible? Well, he was wrong: anything can be divided, even a mother’s body, without prompting virtue in...

The Million Dollar Bridge The city does not remember itself in decades past, poised on the cusp, and the sailors and fishermen who used...

What Was Lost at the Kitchen Table Our first kitchen table was surrounded by wobbly chairs that swiveled so much the wheels fell off....

Insomnia Gummies, Ambien, Melatonin, Lunesta no alcohol whatsoever (Nyquil is cheating) eating sea slug entrails, lathering my hair in a...

Janus I am the woman with two faces like Janus, each profile looking in the opposite direction. I am my father, the deceiver, the...

My mother always says yes Gives her house keys away for the weekend, makes up the bed for anyone in town, rolls out trays of cheese and...

Hands They cross the sea, all hands with blood on them, rust colored, heavy bound tight. Holding birds or minutes or dirt. You can’t...

Edge Stitch I move my needle & lengthen the stitch, let the edge foot guide my work My topstitching’s perfect like stripes on a highway...

Falling Forward The night ruins my love of sheep; much easier to count by daylight going 60 miles per hour, more brown than white as we...

The Rainbow Is the Enemy of Envy after Olafur Eliasson Its generosity lies in its unexpected appearance on a city corner or at the edge...

Whatever it is it is not anything that would matter to you it is not broad and daunting like mountains or sky not cunning or sweet or...

Artist’s Statement I build walls with ripped up cups paper bags & postcards add charcoal & rage ink & regret. I hope for the tiger’s...

The Setting Sun You offered me Africa Made of biscuits Pomegranate and lemon I broke off a brittle piece—maybe Somalia Who knows? It...

Cloud Animals Seventeen summers on Mojave lawns, more clouds than trees, more training jets than flocks of birds. I pretended to be a...

Schrodinger’s Office I’m thinking of time, or the way you said a quarter century. How it sagged against one of four walls, sunk like a...

Anxiety Dream: Everywhere I’ve Ever Been Always it starts in some nameless city’s knot of narrow lanes with the familiar pang of being...