— Submersibles tethered: strangers to see into the silence the hidden coelacanth suspended in the womb. They sing in high-pitched Doppler to glint its scales; when nothing sings back, Calypso’s monitors are black (black…
Browsing Category Poetry
Questions and Answers
— Yesterday my five-year old daughter chased her brother with a spatula. I’ll kill you! she screamed. Where does she get that? From the perverts on television. We don’t have a television. Then from…
White Heat
— My mother stands before the white heat, but for her it is more Cagney than Dickinson, sweat pants and a tray of pills, cable, that good son on a tower of fuel calling…
Love Poem
— We ate gently each other’s eyes, and the world, unseen, awoke.
The Oldest Sister is an Indian Giver
— She takes her word back. The word is Killdeer and it swoops from her mouth when she lets it out for the first time. The smallest sister watches it slice the wind in loops…