Scarlet Tanager
in the honeyed slant before sunset
in the last hemlock grove,
I stepped off trail and was lost—
what soft human desire pressed me
into these woods,
what...
Survival Guide
The wolf never came to the door,
though we imagined it howling.
Somehow the lights stayed on.
The chuck-will’s-widow’s whistle vanished
from summer nights, yet still we...
Parental Advisory
The polyurethane made us white
as bloated fish. As quick-dry glue-
spiked hair. In summer we peeled
and put gyms in our tongues. Boys
ringed their eyes...
