My Dog Wakes Me up in the Middle of the Night
Come see the moon, she says. So I go. The backyard is quiet and dark, private and wild. The dog nudges me with her nose. You’re drinking too much,…
My Eco-Anxiety and Solastalgia Have It Out
If the ocean rises over me while I sleep. Before the whaling ship and garbage barge. If the volcano I can see from the supermarket erupts. Where the…
The End of History
History, I say, with its high ramparts, its engraved swords. I say the bees are falling from the skies, the apple blossoms will not come into bloom this year…
Where the empty cartons go
1 Rain in an unused pool Lack of attention is a kind of dirtying. We are tension stretch. We are land filled beyond our fill. A…
About Everything, with Everything / Con todo y sobre todo
The time has come to write poems about everything, with everything: with Judge Dee’s prose (so precise, scientific), with cartoons by Milton Caniff, Frank Robbins, Alex Raymond, with Bompiani…
Bedroom in Arles
In my hour to read Sweetman’s Van Gogh, order seeds for the garden, frame a print, I stood instead at a window, watching you children wild with joy at…
Night Poem
Your body diminished at my touch. It hurt, though who I’m not sure. Don’t stop loving me I said, being brave. But it was a dream—love, and my speaking…
I Dreamed I Forgot
I dreamed I forgot who I was—the last woman to love you. You knew me as a girl, when joy was edgeless, and required no work. Cinquefoil in the…
Night Poem
The wind gossips, though most everything stays sleeping, the stars in the black pouch of heaven, stones, the unexceptional foliage, poor wind with so much to say and no…
Life as a Mirror
It was a relationship of listening. Listening while we ate dinner or sat on the couch. Listening while you answered my questions. Listening while you complained about your ex-girlfriends.…