Poetry

The hunt

Strip, hide from haunch, red-white marbled quarters, cut away—a slow shiver of steel. Blood pools…

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In my father’s woodshed

In my father’s woodshed, there is a silence; a heaviness. Dust settles over saddles, sweat-crusted…

Parting station

At the end of the tracks, there is new grass. A broken rail-tie juts— wooden…

January in the grass

I have not met god in a church since I was old enough to feel…

Coyote moon

Two sagebrush tails, golden-eyed, startled to find another on the trail this late at night.…

August Psalm

The hot wind that carries away has taken a breath and found only a little…

Driftwood Atlas

Here by the muddy sea, I, a woman, wait tides passing quiet between two fingers…

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The grey king

The silence between breaths knows one fear alone— itself. A loosed bow, an echo, a…

Behind burning glass

In the freeway dust, keys rattle a small man stalks in a grey coat coaxing…

I, Tiresias

I, Tiresias, will never see enough. Twisted in the flesh of two bodies I wonder,…

The scald

Once, in the fields we knew I found a scrub wood gaping with ragweed beside…

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Plantation summer

Woodbine, lilac two branches fallen, swaying in the mud-washed shallows. The slow scrape of birches…

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Cecelia

Smeared, she ran from the grey house across the sod redwood slivers seared raw onto…

The winter of Marya Morevna

A woman stands on a new white stone arms full of pale anemones not hiding…

Every morning, my stillbirth

I, a raven choking, breast bursting with maggots— a harsh hacking of mucus and blood—…