poetry

Author’s Note: I am currently in the early stages of writing a book-length poem, Of Pearl. The book will take the form of several monologues, which intersect visually on the page and, at times, interact. One of the central voices…

when the sky rained blood i stood at attention. i looked the horizon in its long goat eye. i said there was a time before the air.

The okra, right now, all heart, is putting on its flowers underneath her voice, which, I swear, makes the trees stop growing for however many seconds she decides to talk about how the phone lines used to be connected, and…

The future an accordion of paper dolls, countless wraps made with the same variety of deli meats. Meat dolls,paper dolls. Who is the accountant of these meals, these paltry wishes exchanged over hoppy small batch beers secretly owned by global…

First Week in Her Bed 1The miracle was that no one was  home. I could let the sounds out. The sounds entered through her  neck & came out of my mouth. My thighs adagioed. I went  2everywhere she took me. The  silence…

The Doe Because of the rain, the meadowis empty. How quickly the trainvanishes this view. I press my ear to blank paper, hopingto hear you, waiting for a break in the rain. My mother counseled me to pray MaryMother of…