Category: Poetry

tiptoes like grief up the stairs of summer’s hot spine, witnessing autumn’s addiction to color, like mysterious gestures from a preacher’s hand training the young to worship the sky by leaving the body behind. In the story they...

Do NOT stick your broccoli all up in my cheese sauce. If you are going to push my buttons, have the decency to hold off until you’ve gathered your ducks all into one row, swept your leaves all into one pile, de-toxify your...

The evening sky is a royal blue grey, an eerie striation from steel to cornflower blue lined with a furrowed brow of clouds blowing treetops flat and swirling anything not heavy enough to be held down. At home the ashes from my...

Link your hyphae to my fingertips oh fungal spore, and join me to the foot of every rooted giant; let us make senses, create the very fiber of nerves that convey the essence of what it is to feel the ochre and mahogany, tawny...

It might have begun this way: each night wolves hunted, the moon their guide. Sometimes large, sometimes a sliver: enough light to teach them night is night, a good time to roam. Moonlight is a time for food and family, and...

You won’t speak up and I can only guess why. Such is the case of a doppelganger who only shows up at the bus depot’s west side, the one nearest the blue, oh so blue hanger that holds the transport vehicles like a tight cage. But...

Secretly, I know my name is Moon Whisperer. Tonight, I lie awake, a slip of light cracking through branches, blue glow hitting windows. I whisper, “Turn off,” and clouds cover the lunar face. Before I learned my skill, I named...

Finally, spring but also war again, this noxious weed we keep trying to pull up, get rid of. This time not us but always someone, who knows someone, who knows someone else dead, a trampled flower. Shoots sprout daffodil petals....

Armoracia Rusticana Wild and free it grew like an oasis in the field fronting the white square farmhouse, black shutters of narrow expectations screwed on tight. Sitting high on his red tractor, Daddy spun the steering wheel to...

I am a bright blue feather and a water lily’s dream, I am a fern unfurling, veiled in waterfall mist, your smile when I come home carries me like a wave swooshing ashore, you love a red horse in snow and willows that fall...