Tag: Poetry
-
Less
you’d never say it: that i deserve less as an autistic woman i speak my mind with a steady voice…
-
2 AM in Key West
Thirty-six hours. I’m awakedoing the math, subtracting time from time,while the ceiling fan makes its roundsand outside someone’s still laughing.…
-
Counting Out the Dead
Counting out the dead is like a jazz drummer counting out time, the emptiness, blankness, and static, that dead space between the beats is…
-
These Violent Delights
I am standing in your kitchen on the East side. Snow falls just beyond the window, and we are listening…
-
Letter to E. from Tumacácori Mission
Dear E., When their vespers finally cease,I dream of fingerless men fingeringtheir other hands, itching for prayer beads.Only rosaries strung…
-
Troubadour
Strings spin from the friction of the bow tension of two ends pulled tight over a thin wooden bridge that…
-
Although to Witness May Risk False Equivalence
1. The Waterways that Flood Camp Meeting Creek Goat Creek Cypress Creek Verde Creek Indian Creek The Guadalupe 2.…
-
Melancholy Mystery
after Kenjiro Nomura – The Farm, 1934 Desertion ominous. Foreboding. Where are people? Where are animals? Where, even,…
-
Waiting for the Bombs
I. I keep waiting for the bombs to fall, jarred awake nights by questions flashing Apocalypto on the screens (too…
-
Depravity Begins (A Found Poem)
Thinking of love / as a radical act. An eclipse of moths. A man without dust on him. My grandmother’s…