The hunt
Strip, hide from haunch, red-white marbled quarters, cut away—a slow shiver of steel. Blood pools…
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…
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…
Plantation summer
Woodbine, lilac two branches fallen, swaying in the mud-washed shallows. The slow scrape of birches…
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—…