Ordeals

poetry
  He limps forward, hamstrung by the maquahuitl breeze. Or does he use such language to get sympathy?   He’s learned the name of every known disease, and claims them…

From a hospital bed

poetry
  certain kinds of wind in the blue-green disbelief of your misfortunate and persistent incursion into the unreality of bones blood sinews, the parts of the body belong to the…

Balling Yarn

poetry
  It won’t stay balled, this slick rayon. Thick thread, I’d call it, rather than fine yarn, the grey and green variegated viscose I wind. Greys of battleships and guns,…

Ladies Union

poetry
  Ladies Union Circle, First Congregational Church, Nantucket; founded 1846; oldest, still active, ladies church group in the US.   Even before I read why they were formed, there’s my…

Henry Clay, 1851; Lake Erie

poetry
  Baled wool washed ashore for weeks. At first, the appearance of each bundle was sobering and macabre, but after a few days, one woman began to look forward to…

Omar D. Conger, 1922; Black River

poetry
The Omar D. Conger was docked in Port Huron, Michigan when a boiler exploded. The ship was blown to pieces. A 200-lb radiator plummeted into the Falk Undertaking Parlors during…

In Pieces

poetry
  In one month she assembled the 1000-piece mandala mosaic on a dining room table that never saw a meal. She turned to the puzzle after he died, and I…

The Idea of Throwing Tires

poetry
  Light goes a long way on its oil, while the men are still throwing tires two in a hand onto steel carts, stacking tires six high in rows, then…

In Her Hive

poetry
  I think of her during the colony’s collapse— loyal, responsible, confused, steadfast in her hive— after her drones exit, leaving her with little bees, unable to ask:   Where…

Flour

poetry
  I am a pie weight, a mere pois, mirepoix: mix or pie? I’ll make this instead. My blind tart has a lattice to come. Dried beans replace weights in…

Embedded

poetry
  In the dark, it’s safe to move around. By day you will be seen, though nature offers its disguises, the spice bush that shelters deer and on a leaf,…

Words, No Words

poetry
  There was an island in his chest, and he called it “son.” There was a small boat capsized on the ocean, and he called it “faith.” Once, there had…