Driving home from the coast with sea spongesand sand in your hair, we don’t yet know how to die. THE SKYLINE IS TWO GAZES LONG Driving home from the coast with sea sponges and sand…
Browsing Category Poetry
This Living
His bony knees scrapetheir slow way towardthe passenger seat becausethere’s no rushing thisliving; the body is a congenitalgift, a boulder to impelthrough each day, its facelimned in rough beauty. Once tucked into the littleChevy, my…
China Relics
A response to China ending foreign adoption 160,000 of us—no more—maybe lessI hope we’re all still here but I would notblame any of us if a few were missing—we’re all missing—technically but are any of…
Imaginary Saints
I didn’t know I was a stuntwoman until I woke up broken.My husband said I’d fallen from a skyscraper, my best dive-bombyet. My children kept vigil at my bedside like tiny monks. I was supplied…
“Across the Street” & “Encyclopedia”
Across the Street Tree roots buckled the drivewayuntil weeds grew knee-highthrough the twisting cracks.Haggard men always seemed to belighting cigarettes with pale cupped hands.Even in winter they wore only T-shirts,each with a pack of Viceroysrolled…