Category Archives: Poetry

The light we set to saving in the spring we only borrowed; now we must return it so the southern hemisphere can bring its crops to readiness, its skin aburn. We fall this weekend back. We get the hour sacrificed … Continue reading →

I went to bed too early, so I dreamt vignettes all night as if my history were made of shorts: remixing trite with tribulation; splintering delight with thorny iterations and retorts. So I beheld the boredom of my youth, saw … Continue reading →

How like a spider I become of late: how vigilant, and light upon my feet. I carry fourteen times my body weight upon a clue of gossamer, as neat as mercury. Renewing my own bed at least six days a … Continue reading →

It took me near five decades to decide exactly which three wishes I’d select, but I am ready now – I’ve trued and tried assorted theories and I don’t expect to change my mind, arranged to best receive the favors … Continue reading →

As frail as foam dissolving on the shore, as light as August chaff upon the air, my father stands between his sisters, more ancestral than alive. So pale and spare he seems to me, among contagious age, I want to … Continue reading →

I know you’ll flinch and say it’s TMI but gifts of insight need be sung aloud, so I’m compelled to demonstrate: to try to pause a butterfly or catch a cloud. The core of me was clogged by years of … Continue reading →

Before I read my pages I could think I knew, but now I see it was the year my mother had us paint the kitchen pink, and neighbors moved back in, when I appear determined to take off detested weight, … Continue reading →

My partners are my fondest enemies, their smiles empty and their eyes opaque. Each settles duller while she atrophies. They pose as personalities but fake emotions, long forgetting how to feel. They’ve never thought to blaze an honest way. Each … Continue reading →

He whisper-sang the lyrics in my ear while dancing to a Johnny Mathis tune when we were 12, in ‘62, the year of starting junior high. I swoon a bit in memory and smell Jade East again – full confident … Continue reading →