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Lies in a state of enervation, lies like a cadaver that can tell no lies, like a mummy, like a corpse reposed in savasana. After death can be like that. Words chipped away like fossils, gems held up to the light of day....

after Pierre Auguste Renoir’s Seascape The first wave whirs around in one long enormous pipe; greens, blues, and pearly whites froth, thick with liquidity. The second wave forms in a ragged rumple. More shift and shove. On the...

In the land where trees still stand branch to branch and root to root, where green sunlight trickles down like dew, to bless the flowers underfoot, I will stand still. See how the trillium blooms, starlike, fanning through the...

Oh, the effort not to tell you, my words snared in deadwood every time I write. I speak surrounded by those who can’t hear for multiple reasons, each with an ear on his own inverted glass held to a wall. I spy mine enemies...

Once we got there, we wanted to come back. You would, too. After all, have you managed lately to remember the journey is more important than the destination? Instead, we’re immediately there, the moment a place, not the space...

Even before we arrived, we knew we would return, the excuse we told ourselves, sustaining the world at the time but soft as limestone and full of holes, an entire peninsula floating as if on a cistern, an arid plain above under...

In December I have cataract surgery, clouds lifting from sun shattered eyes. The clarity of my sight an unexpected pleasure. After surgery my face is covered by a scatter shoot of age spots. Were the spots always there? A map of...

I study the sightless face of the sky even as I study my face in the mirror. Heavy plastic flesh fat to the jowls. The sky flushed at sun set marked by weather, ridden by the milky way. My face beautiful in the 1966 passport...

Mother wanted the girl upstairs to get on the scale, she said she wanted to see the high numbers she thought we were stupid, she said we could get on the scale together as if in third grade we’d never heard of subtraction....

I have a woman’s history of not being listened to, how do I begin? Do I begin with rape or do I end there? My niece said never tell me anything like that again, as if it happened to her not to me. A grown woman with three...

Clouds fling their stories against a full depth of sky writing a thousand odes to rain read in droplets. We tell our stories in bed my lips against yours until we’re sheltered in sleep. The south is convulsed by storm, the...