Poetry

Doctors found four bees in her eyes eating her tears. 1. yesterday a black hole tomorrow a leak dragged out by his legs different news today a desperate nonsense deeply felt 2. my squalor is buzzing your stick candy is buzzing my sticky last year is buzzing your sturdy trunk...

Amphibious “ L’Siren ,” says the Frenchwoman, sliding a faux ivory bangle engraved with a mermaid on my wrist. I run a thumb across fin and scale until I come to her face: full lips, round nose, hair dreadlocked. I recognize her face, balance her many names on my tongue:...

City of Flood "This li'l bitch just wants / to let the sun set on her anger." —Stefene Russell Ankle Deep In his undershirt and umbrella hat and Adidas slides, Louis on this Thursday morning is graceful and trash, a pile of spent roman candles. When he open hands my...

These gravestones are shaped the way every avalanche wants to enter the Earth –first as a single doorstep then the rush though the rocks you listen for are already moons helping you find the door for holding on while the light under you becomes another shadow made from wood lays...

still, the west a month before town is swallowed in slow business the river swells to the cottonwoods a woman says don’t come home too late still, the west every iteration of blue missing in the solemn weather a house fire erases into prairie sky still, the west alpine gusts...

Love Spell from My Past & Future Bodies I’m bleeding smoke salt so he loves me scouring for leaves in a t pot won’t matter if he loves me or he loves me not I will get him in his olfactory with derivatives from acid wash cunts or testes, if...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CLAUDE! Last night I was sobbing again in the bathroom— Unclothed, soaped-up, nothing new—when I happened to glance out the window and see the peeping tom crying too, nakedly, and we shared a moment of camaraderie before I went to the kitchen, digging in the drawer for the...

Parturient single minded in her blossom days, a migrating swallow, a strike- slip fault parrying paws, rattling inane classmates, who supposed their words should be hers. trusted her father’s box wrenches, but wary of his single purpose delight. her lab-safe Bunsen, a one notion burner, blue flame, catalysis hot, gave...

Mother & Crone You are the winter I relearn when a hard frost strips the herbs to blackmats overnight pass over our house , I’m behind the glass saying don’t take my daughter when it all goes white. No wonder, old mother that every ache of the marrow echoes to...

Negation #1 What cannot be expressed by taboo cannot be expressed by people in crisp, white a-frame houses. What else cannot be expressed is like that which animals and babies cannot express. It exists in ticket lines and ATM transfers. Before grief. The cacophony of the zoo, as illustrated in...