With Wind
The curtain breathes
when I give birth
to death, its push
from open windows:
out. They mark
my door with a leaf
to say, There is
no breath inside
this...
Deadheading
You argue the blooms still
alive when we both see
brittle ghosts hovering
over twisted roots,
translucent petals pink
as the time wine
stained our lips, bed
an excuse to day
dream...
Cicada Summer
Like cicadas, I just want to cry and cry too:
through the whole month of June, I unleashed
gnarls of heartache from my throat
until the...
Sunlight on Rue Saint-Augustin
The flat is full of sunlight, too full of sunfor a morning after French wine andcherry blossom footsteps
atop streets dark with...
Candy Crane
My brother Joshua lost interest in Walmart's toy crane at eight, shortly after he gained enough hand-eye coordination to manipulate the metal claw....
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...
