Oasis
April 3, 2018At dusk, the pool waits in silence, found by your feet after you rip up the map. Suddenly in the tangled grasses and twilight the birds stop calling, and the trees finger your face.
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How She Comes
April 3, 2018Like a storm rowing in. All around tree limbs stagger, weeds lie flat. Wind and sun like familiars, canyons nesting in the shadows. Bright feet never touching down, while the air boils behind her
Birthday Dreaming
April 2, 2018[…] That’s how pregnancy is, ordinary things move on without you whispers move inside that teach from another world where birthday candles last on and grandmothers’ hugs fold you inward so close you are the […]
Templum: A Place Thought of as Holy
April 2, 2018I. The coming Inside this precise granite the immensity of the walk comes home
After a Late Night, Waiting
April 2, 2018Again, that rim before sleep: I tried to pause there—listened to the mantle clock, the distant sprung rhythm of a dog barking,
She and He: Alternatives
April 2, 2018—Or on summer evenings as the sky Draws down its light, prodding the question why They sit in cast-off wicker furniture, The kids cross-legged as though the lawn made a shore
One Method of Hope
April 1, 2018The only motion here is an old Dodge pickup leading a coil of white exhaust across the horizon—a snow-dusted
To a Cymbidium Orchid Blooming on December 25th
April 1, 2018[…] in subtle violets above rough beds of redwood bark and waive all rights to springtime’s soft ascent—accept the harsh descent of life implicit-cradling death. And so you raise your lonely sheath and bloom a […]
Fact of my life
April 1, 2018My job was once threatened if I published a poem. I lived in another place but in America and knew my rights. I let the poem wait. Oh, I read it aloud once
My Father Comes to Me
April 1, 2018My father comes to me his hand scrapes on the door that he opens to this bedroom where I am still, not sleeping but waiting for his hair oil scent to reach me.