Category: Poetry

Three mice, blind, naked, pink, with pink tail, white feet, their eyes sealed shut. The child discovers them on a garage shelf in shredded paper. She moves closer, hears their tiny squeak. Their smallness frightens her. Their...

The lady came and stayed with us. In the back room by the garage. My father brought her home with his black bag and said she needed a place to live for a while. My mother fixed up a bed for her. I was big, three, and the baby...

He was our friend, Irv, and had come for dinner. Daddy was late from work, Irv and I were in the yard where Mother was feeding the baby. I’d answered no to something—did I want some water—and Irv said Come on, all the little...

All at once the dog running into the street the car hitting the dog the dog flying then falling the man getting out of his car and though a child she saw he was stricken      her wail the dog’s whimpering her father kneeling...

Discreet, to say the least, the arrival. No Uber or cab. Feasts, garbed in haute couture, no bib, no offer of a bite. Delights in al fresco dining, private backyard, a must. The wow of such beings, pate lowering, extracting...

Feline eyes, ageless gray marble, Nile into mine. Kohl-lined sheaths dissolve seasons, this day, that time lost to vertiginous chimes, the whistle of desert winds, sand that bronzes my thighs. A claw pierces my shoulder. Am I,...

Rhodie leaves riot post rain, erase chill, extend waxy tongues as green tiers glisten. Unborn April, in queue, dropkicks lagging March and rivulets widen rising xylem highways, enliven the jade expanse for reckless newbie buds...

November’s cold fingers grip, the bulb planter’s arthritic hands force down into dirt, down I say, come on— but the soil resists my insistence, the goal only twelve scarlet tulips to remind me—to rewind birth a breath,...

your silence unnerves me I know you are here yet search your hiding spaces to no avail and so I go about my day and suddenly you appear stealth-like silent with your tiny mew to rub against my legs to ask for dinner and those...

We stayed on an Air bnb boat on the Seine at the base of the L’Ouvre for our honeymoon Our lock still lives on the Locks of Love Bridge and a piece of my heart will always live in Paris looking out on the city from the top...