A Love Toward Granite
I cannot give you the moon today, Love, it’s a clown…
Category: Marriage
On Rogue Waves and Love
Oh these blind trajectories,these pure set conditions,initial, merry, just so wandered –a shell thus thrown, a plungedalbatross beak, a shearedstab of ice, a moon’s pulland a breath elastic – All…
Laundry
While logically consistent,I cannot cotton a multiverse.I must refuse a worldin which you never left home,in which I never went home.And I must refuse a worldin which your tires lost…
The Dishes My Love
What was it, that chocolate crustscorched in the pot from yesternight,leaning, off-burner, with the danglingspoon, wooden and stained? Best give it a soak, my love,that tomorrow we may findits nature…
The Felling
When the lastsoftpoplarfell,and the bluejays – the bluejays –rolled out; When the mangled nestspilled outthese mouths,these bentfeatheredtufts; When the chainsaw stilledits shriek and whir; When thick air closedabout us; When…
The Sojourners
I dream houses.I dream small roomsbehind small doorsin which small wardrobeslead nowhere but trappingsof our mangled time –of yours and mine. I dream chimney fires,tongues between wallsand curtains hung like…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 