My Husband Holds Up a Pair of Mismatched Socks
I tell him not to worry, eventually they will match,one day finding one another again,
eventually the...
Love Sonnet for Idgie Threadgoode
The mason bees are buzzing. It's a summer
afternoon. Their nest is hidden inside
the earth. I lie belly to brown barrenness.
No...
It Can Also Mean a Type of Fish
Language is made with sounds
and symbols. An X suggests
an ending or anonymity or
place treasure is hidden. Meaning
requires...
The Brightest
I could talk about color palettes.
You can use umbers, or siennas
—raw siennas,
burnt sienna is cold and raw sienna is warm.
What I’ve learned from...
Morning Glory
for N.P., who breathed the first line
We need a particular privacy to feel—
a wired frame guarded by a quilt, dark
curtains who tame the...
Middle Age
Suddenly this hunger.The yard’s river
birch finally empties itselfof summer’s grief
when the night’s crescentmoon swallows
a small piece of the pallidred sky.
Before the fall,regret is...
Listen
Joy found in the absenceall about us.
Nothing singedand everything easy.
Harvest pumpkinsglow burnt orange,
smoldered yellow.A cat comes
offeringin its mouth a songbird
pink as greasejust after the...
