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 ...
If it ever took a life, it is unaccounted for. /
Stone tumbler. Giant’s breath. White death. /
A growl ripped in ...
Dogs in the House
Did we bring it home with us? /
Could we have stopped that strange dog from /
slipping into her skin— / ...
Map of the Kootenays, 4
i don’t need a map. /
i can tell my way from the curve of the street, palette of colors /
Postcards From Palm Springs
Everything is pink—the sand at sunset, /
the walls, my tub and its rust, the flowers. /