You do you

poetry
  On the bayou there’s no one to sing to but the birds it is for them you feel sometimes a song in yourself pushing against your mind from your…

Oodemas laysanensis

poetry
  I buried the seeds of my ancestors in the next generation but a blight took the harvest and rodents stole the granary walls from what they held now a…

Night Chorus

poetry
  Visiting rural Tennessee, I lie awake in a small motel at the edge of a small town, the night throbbing with sounds so robust it seems impossible they could…

The Book of Names (Architecture 103)

poetry
  Suddenly everyone’s friendly. We’re working in the front yard, Boyd and I, and our neighbor who’s never spoken to us calls out, “good job!” And now we’re talking. She’s…

At Grief’s House

poetry
  Mother’s tears are sick to death. Father’s   eyes too small to see. Sister’s eyes are somewhere   else and brothers’ eyes believe it. House’s lamps   are out.…

Family Therapy

poetry
  I sing the girls little songs while every plant in the house dies.   In group, they say into a microphone: “Today we have learned coping skills.” I cannot…

Bad Yard

poetry
  She says: Dangerous for there not to be grass, dangerous for there to be. Every little fairy alive and wiring up. A garbage pull tab is as important as…

new year’s diagnosis

poetry
  it is helpful to imagine you’re in the woods at night / you have to make it / through that’s all / feel your way from tree to tree…