poem

The Anti-Resolution

It’s midway through February, and I have made no resolutions. But I have been thinking about all the things I would like to drop in 2017: Stress The delusion that this year (THIS is the year) I will be fit… Read More ›

Iphigenia

These are the stories that I was told. The softest petal draws the bee; the sturdy stem doesn’t. These are the stories that I was told. Beautiful night is silent; hush stars, the sun must sing. These are the stories… Read More ›

Anger/Anchor

Qiu Jin says anger/anchor I know this wide-legged stance Upright myself against rocking boat who wants to sink me, invisible me, smooth water over quick horizon undisturbed Qiu Jin says hold on They will unseat you tell you the Emperor’s… Read More ›

Eros

When you lay your hand on mine touch turns to caress fingers linger reluctant to leave Stay, I want to say, meet my breast, my lips come inside take tea with me Rest your length against mine knees to thigh… Read More ›

Struck

When your sister drops your hand and reaches for the other the one who threw spitballs and ate your lunch When she says you may be exaggerating be kind, be fair And you know that “doing the right thing” will… Read More ›

Sun

What is the illusion banished by dawn? What is the night, what ethereal darkness, what fears, unsung jackdaws mocking eternal worry a private joke, khee khee khee, shrieking! And moon can only bathe and salve the bleed out, the daily… Read More ›