Poetry

Always ready
to give,
the men in my family know
anger like an open palm. […]

Panic on a planet lacking the roar
of dark. Six suns and never a set.
[…]

There is a sorrow being outside your body
even when I am in the places where it has been. […]

as steel wool, every lake as mirror to fill
with knives. What I meant to say is there […]

Blood and light branch
my shoulder blades
parting and still I see it […]

I’m not sure how many more times
you want to hear your own myth […]

print too small, kitchen closed Sophie is smiling against the overpass & saying the wine will not run out / the way we ran out of the lounge & down the alley / dragged by […]

And so now the night
has its torrential downpour
the day so desperately campaigned against. […]

I am more than dried Artemisia
in wooden compartments.
I am fluent in spices, and he is
fluent in hardwood floors. […]

When I take what remains
into the cool night
as if to show how it all goes on
without you, I do it the way
a hawk takes the arc of the moon […]