Poetry
- It’s Always Winter When Someone Dies New snow / Mother’s high heeled boots track / a path to nowhere. / / ...
- Snow Day Through the kitchen window, I watch you / shoveling what the plow left. You are talking / to the neighbour and I ...
- Well Preserved When you were born / I canned thirty-six jars of plum tomatoes. / They followed me for seven years / until I ...
- Sleeping Buddies I search the medicine cabinet / for melatonin — my pineal gland / doesn’t produce enough for me. / I’ve ...
- Wanishkaa: The Story Hunter’s Lovesong , that the sun’s visit is so much like his smile. I want to tell him that his smile is the sun, but remember that we ...
- Prayer For My NDN Bb Girls Sing a song for the Indigibabes who make acrylic shine like diamonds, and $10 mucklucks that they lifted (see also: ...
- As You Wish you are still in the philippines / / by a dock inhaling sea salt / enjoying the dance of the palms / / ...
- Three poems about being transparent Personne ne pleure / pourtant la nuit est cousue par tous les côtés / au bord du vide / la statue penche ...
- House of Targ I wash my wrist with water lest / my blue stamp of approval be the death / of my bed’s high thread-count spread. ...
- Three Ontological Studies: Feet Which is worse, the body / or the mind? Pressing, always straining / to be somewhere else: / the headlong ...
