Letter to the Rainbow
byRed to violet and each heart-sungshade between, I beg you—consider my position. Remember how far from youI am, sitting soaked in the puddlesof this…
Poetry
Glory and Her Gourd
byHow do I deserve a bumblebee in my squash flower? Honey-bearers—endangered—orchestrate through pheromones and dance. And what of this squash flower? How can I believe Adam came first…
A Prayer
byEmpty me unto thee, O Mercy, O Beginning, Port of Terror, Port of Morning.All my words pour on you, my heart in them, In…
Winter Weather
byI used to walk a trail in the dunes near Provincetown with my pockets full of birdseed. I liked the zip of the chickadees’ scratchy feet…
The First Leaf to Fall
byYou might kneel to the ground to focus your imagination on it only to find your own story from bud to leaf and in…
10 Ways to Stop Hungering for More
by1. Go outside and look at the clouds. What shapes do you see? Do not write them down.2. Open your door and step outside,…
I’m having dinner with a crow
byWhat I mean is, I have walked far enough into the woods to forget my own feet. I am barefoot. The snow is cold….
Slash & Burn
byFir trees shake their skirts, freetheir perfume of sharp summer musk. So much is certain: the dry rasp of wildfire plumes,the cicadas climbing from…
The Sheds
byMy antlers are not rightthey are twisted they are not rightthey are growing too fastsoon they will twist and twist together and grow straight…
Driving to the Funeral
byI find a run in my panty hose and we stopat Rite-Aid for another pair. In the car,I inch into them, my white winter…