Poetry

I call your name out across the lawn With cuffs rolled up over your calves, Your feet mash the grass beneath round soles I try to catch your back as…

She trims the room with clouds of white on a blue sky. Painted with care, a sun trimming the light. Balloons carefully cut with hands that yearn. She wants a…

What I carry with me? Secrets. Peppermints. The smell of rain. What I remember? Specks of ash on a warm baked egg. What I know? How many songs till bedtime.…

this son blows dandelion clocks to tell tomorrow’s hours and burns the moment laid down by the wind of birthday candles trailing across mountains where lupines bloom this is the…

She hugs me from behind my face in the mist of a mirror While standing beside fertile pots of yellow daises and forget-me-nots, my neighbor Betsy and I boasted about…

Once a year, the woman swims across the Atlantic. The longing comes over her like a seasonal affliction, like ragweed allergies or the desire for Christmas lights. The woman does…

Our girls tutu in adjacent rooms Princess costumes varieties of ruffled pink The right size still won’t fit in their age of pre- (pre-school, pre-constraint pre-smooth, pre-obey) Charming tumblers earning…

Balding, with a holistic practice. He pulls his trousers over his mild paunch, my dentist. In the bathroom of the 19th century building he has meticulously rehabbed is a calligraphed…

He’s made his way into our bed again, one small elbow dangerously close to my eye. And though I barely fit the sliver of middle you two back sleepers leave…

may I trade a cow’s skull cracked, stained half the jaw gone for your dirty T-shirt? it reminds me of oil-rags and sons, bums up over the engine of an…

They say I have moods, that I am moody. Well, actually, I have only three moods — neutral, upset, and very upset. It’s they that have the moods, if that’s…