So we need, O Lord,
to shake our grief the way you shake stars
like a blanket tossed to the floor by a wild sleeper.
Booz Allen Hamilton; A Punch in the Gut; Ephemerals; Fulvia Mutica
we watched brought the popcorn wrapped in a tin foil hat waited, rounded up the odds of survival under umbrellas that foamed with anger at the endless handclaps of rain 'listen' the thundering hooves
of the sea aiming right for us
The Approach, Dilemma; The Dead Come In
There’s a tear in the curtain over there, you see it gaping and gawping at you so brazenly. There’s a tear in the curtain, should we peek through tattered fabric and find what may be found beyond?
Growing Tomatoes in Nigeria; Night Nurse; Odysseus Returns
Argos is a puppy when Odysseus leaves his home to fight in the Trojan War, wander for many years upon wine-dark seas, visit distant cities, delve into the minds of many men, taste the favors of women and goddesses.
Convenient Spaces
I've become a convenient woman. I hold my tongue — swollen like a dead fish — motionless behind pressed lips.
John Wrote to Me, Honey; Words that Fell from the Sky; Reasons to Stay; “sweet william,” June; Our Lucky, or Unlucky Lost-
He landed in the slush pile for sale with her and the glad
bags, the stars & the moon—Do I tell, do I tell, do I tell?— They’ll tell you