Gaze down these pink tunnels into deeper pink. The walls are blossoms fashioned of smaller blossoms attached to raised arms that nuzzle other arms. It’s like watching a parade that poses while I parade. Random sprays liven up the … Read More
Still alive, the pond freezes and melts, can’t decide. It remembers the stream that fills it underground. Caught in a circle of hewn stone, it shivers. It wants what it wants. But the mind knows what … Read More
Village of Chokan, 8th Century A.D. If he returns after drinking his black wine I-don’t-know-where. . . . His armor, piled against the plum tree in repose, puffs out its metal chest, shows … Read More
Pale blue arms folded like a bow across her heart, you were born into silence, the umbilical frayed like your loose connection to life. The priest and his water were too late and too weak, the water drawn up … Read More
Easier than writing in air, but not impossible. A woman at the Chinese temple grieved for her lost son. She wrote the story on the landing of a wide set of steps, stacks of wet characters spilled precisely. My … Read More
And this is where they found him in the snow. At first we thought a hunter’s shot a deer. My husband’s gun. My garden does not grow. A prescient dream the night before: a crow bugling taps in the … Read More
All obscurity starts with a danger. –Sylvia Plath I reach out in memory, refugee taking refuge, small girl floundering to follow a star … Read More
The pages in August were pulpy, some as thick as my tongue, some folding over like tendrils, some spinning out of the orbits of their spines, some oozing a faint smell of yeast, some of milk, some of brine, … Read More
Horses glittered in the field Like knives A sudden drop In temperature everything Washed in ash The Yes unstuck Landscapes Picked clean Let’s go down To some train station or another We’ll sit and wait for a train that … Read More