Danaë’s Lament
After Simonides, frag. 543 Who locked us, child, inside this cunning chest, left to the stirring sea, the night-lit deep? Should I…
Hospital Song
The nurses pass like wisps of blue cloth brandishing syringes of colorful liquids. They say this is for pain or this is for vermillion or this is for dragon.…
Easter in the Oven
—after Kiki Dimoula The goat was bleating so much its voice had grown hoarse. Furious, I opened the oven door: “Knock it…
The Cherries of Kenwood
Gaze down these pink tunnels into deeper pink. The walls are blossoms fashioned of smaller blossoms attached to raised arms that nuzzle other arms. It’s like watching a parade…
The Ice Pond
Still alive, the pond freezes and melts, can’t decide. It remembers the stream that fills it underground. Caught in a circle of hewn stone, it shivers. …
Soldier’s Wife
Village of Chokan, 8th Century A.D. If he returns after drinking his black wine I-don’t-know-where. . . . His armor, piled against the…
Miscarriage, 1943 (Limbo)
Pale blue arms folded like a bow across her heart, you were born into silence, the umbilical frayed like your loose connection to life. The priest and his water…
Reading Water
Easier than writing in air, but not impossible. A woman at the Chinese temple grieved for her lost son. She wrote the story on the landing of a wide…
Mary, Mary
And this is where they found him in the snow. At first we thought a hunter’s shot a deer. My husband’s gun. My garden does not grow. A prescient…