My right foot snags a forsythiaroot, trip and fall, a bone cracks–an injury only time will heal,similar to a broken…

perfect pancakesthe maple tree takes a bowin the morning windthrift store shopperwhose shoes do you walk innow that you’ve walked…

Like almost every late June nightin Louisiana, this one’s filledwith a sky thick with sweat,and my legs churn as I…

No matter how many steps I take along Front Street the banyan limbs seem to follow. Hundred-year-old Hawaiian trees have…

Nights the place would glowwhite like a glass spacecraftwith every interior lightturned on while landingin the Mohave at midnight.And she…

It’s so beautiful says the younggirl to her mother, and mistfrom her breath creates an angelon the clear cold glass…

I wonder, are the plastic flowers dying?The daisies’ heads look like they are lower oris that my head that is…

The first thing to purge is plot.Poetry is not why you feel but howyou feel,how mother wore a flower-print dressand…

I never cared much for hanging around.The picture is my father.Photogenicity was not in the genesinherited, but I am tallerthan…