By Heart

After all these years your phone number is the only one I remember by heart, a glass paperweight sea-green, swirling red on the desktop of my head.

more trees

not a day has passed i haven’t found you in trees, their limbs streched like veins

once

once i was so easy to love once i smiled and felt my worth radiate like a shimmering secret, a tiger slinking through jungles of thick, verdant doubt. who skinned me? who stripped me of my shine, sold me at market, convinced me my fate and sat me on the corner of a table rarely […]

Come To My Attention

It has come to my attention you’ve accustomed yourself to women docile and compliant, sweet in their silence as they are obeisance, pale, neatly plaited and attractive in conservative, woolen caps– one of which I am not. Never have you met the likes of an ocean crashing within a human rib cage. Never have you […]

october haiku

no haunt’s more savage than a sudden ghost of love who will not forgive

Little Ghost

Little ghost, in my sleep you say you never loved me one bit. I could pretend I knew, could bite down, taste leather and ignore the grizzly noise of saw meet bone. How unearthly you were, anyway. You slid like smoke through my embrace. Time will come I will stop searching your spectre on horizons […]

Missed Connection

In opposing moments we passed one another, suspended as i was with a dragonfly as leaves fluttered from sleepy trees. I looked back, the moment loomed, long, shadowed, and i missed you. Questions curl in my chest- do i feel your breath or your absence, endless in autumn sky?

Snow Fell

Last night snow fell. The poem I read at your wedding came to mind, and I drifted to sleep in blanketed hush, warm, while you lie, fingers curled and hardened, beneath frozen layers. Sometimes I tell myself I have no right to grieve as hard as I do. Maybe we weren’t all that close. Maybe […]

Poem a Day

A poem a day seems a novel notion until you attempt to write a poem a day and then it seems a novel.

Crocodile

Did you ever see them feed crocodile at a park? Meat on a hook, dangling over a pit above snapping jaws? That is my twisting soul- raw flesh gleams, about to be devoured. ——- I tuck my daughter into layers of fleece and flannel. She clutches her cat’s white fuzz against her cheek. Mama loves […]