The mussel hunters of Kangiqsujuaq
, the narrator explains, /
until the tide returns. I watch the hunters /
work to pierce an aperture, human-sized, ...
In the dream I have head lice— /
the only girl in the troupe thus disordered, /
diseased. I share a soft room / ...
Medusa Rides the Greyhound
Everything is rain. /
Ocean and land have flipped /
for one another. Day's becoming night /
and I swear I see ...
the first night of the first time she is sold, /
she imagines herself becoming a tree, undergoing / ...
Lip Point for Bearded Women
Hinky corporate suits toil /
whisper fervent words /
over glossy boardroom tables, /
pray to ...
This wavering sky and dust-up /
leaf-slinging winds charcoaled as massed /
crows chasing Tippi Hedren, or the / ...
These days, I lean into darkness: ten times /
over, I sing madrigals, sign cards. Sweet times /
find their ...
Moose Factory – d-dechs tags
you traced yourself in vivid green and blue /
after southern cousins, streets, brick /
made alive with tags, / ...
blason de la poule
her feet are two twig fingers grasping at grass /
her legs support an ark that tips like a /
theme park ride, ...
I Used to Be White
like a white sail /
luffing in the white wind /