Poetry

  • Three Poems

    Three Poems

    All Night I Dreamed Growing up my motherhad an abortion rights stickeron the front door of our suburbanraised ranch. Red shingles and blackshutters. Inside me my rightswere a tight fist. I would not openmy fingers no matter how hardboys and…

  • Three Poems

    Three Poems

    In Good HealthThe stripe across my neck makes me afraid of my body. I sip Tylenol,check the pulse in my temple the color of my tongue. You are unmoved by the litany of afflicting ailments. I name the long, many-lettered…

  • Leaving Paradise

    Leaving Paradise

    I moved to New York for an ideaanimated by imagery:red and yellow leaves, snow, and lots of walking.Blue mittens and bloated coatsresembling pastry. And then six months later:bare shoulders, grass roaring with bugs.On my last Sunday in California, I stood…

  • Three Poems

    Three Poems

    *** *** it is finally spring & i am tending your garden& you are gone. it is unfair of deathto ask so many necessary questions,then to pry the answers from uslike warped wood bending away from itself.you are gone &…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    BEFORE THE AFTERLIFE Early in our love,we sit in the Swan Room,ceilings high as a tomb,blood-heavy curtains,clusters of moon lamps.Fake swans lurkeverywhere. Overdirty martinis, cloudy vialsof brine, we revealour death plans:ashes for both.Water, I say,my body scatteredinto sea or fjord.It…

  • Three Poems

    Three Poems

    Migration for Mimi this march the barn swallows will return packing their mud nest under the eaves gold-chested they dash among the limbs of an oak tree, fork tails splitting the sky whistle & click their little song transports me…

  • Corpse Pose

    Corpse Pose

    “It was birthing / children that made me think about danger and dying.”

  • Three Poems

    Three Poems

    a chainsaw made for her and yours The Chainsaw was invented by Scottish scientists John Aitken and James Jeffray who created a hand cranked “Aitken’s flexible chainsaw”, to split the pubic bone from women in difficult labor and remove the…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    I dive, peering through goggles. The artificial reef is a dark crescent, shaggy with algae, a furred shadow.

  • Five Poems

    Five Poems

    I am the Holy Ghost! You are Entangled! Mostly embarrassed of my dead father,I was below the fig,looking up, open-mouthed,following the bees feastingthe fruit to ruin, slogging through the funk lifting from the floorfrom what had fallen; it was the…

  • Favor

    Favor

    is long / please I am tired / please carry this with me / please let me bake us some bread / it won’t take long and there’s marmalade / you made on the top shelf / please / I…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    Equations You make them up,the tiny alliancesbetween having kidsand having trees,between kidsin the trees andtheir handspainted intothe disappearingshape of light.You make theconnection betweena lot of hormonescoursing through you,a lot of chaos at the door.Between the fishgone limp and thechild in…