Again
I stand in a dying field watching
a glitter fall of bird wings
Every change of season I find myself
where flowers wilted. It’s growing old
visits, revisits,...
Our Dead Pancreases
Within my father and me, they are
bellwethers of the body’s ruin.
Pancreases turned inside out–
empty pockets
on the day a bill comes due.
Or maybe
my...
Scientists Confirm Ocean Is Really Scary at Night
Humpbacks can look like temporary islands, gray on grayin this weather, gliding along the waves. So sleekyou...
Abecedarian: Whatever Grows
Aunt B. lives, after her death, in our wedding photos:bespectacled, cigarette hanging from her lips, beercup in one hand, phone in the...
Dramatic Irony
It’s an unfair criticism,
but in the wild, a herd
of impala will cross the river
either too stupidly
or too cooperatively,
as if a slight hesitation
at the...
Once More in the Depths
I miss you, blue-haired boy, vanished againlike the ripple of a skipped stone. I havenever understood your leaving— a thingthat...
3,000 Turns Against Death
When Donne said Death, thou shalt die,he surrounded it with commas, breath
through the barrier, the first wardagainst the unbearable. Second: this
tongue...
Hurricane Season
Clouds bruise the horizon.
Something in the water–
a mangrove, a bull shark– whispers
a storm is heavy on the sea. I remember
it is the season...
