The Beehive Woman
byThe wise seasoned woman sat on her chair in her bedroom. Her white turban sat on her head like a beehive. I sat on…
Poetry
Origins & Roots
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The bread was changed by breaking. Seven loaves torn became countless pieces. Pieces dissolved in four thousand mouths. Transformed into energy enough. Still they...
Two Poems
byTable, 2 After Milosz An empty table, an empty tavern, that image haunts her departure. Everything else is cheap silverware, finger-marked wine stems. Like…
Three Poems
byCave Cricket Belly-up, splay-legged, bow-backed to the things in the dark: my mother will die, my father, my kid. Licked with dread. What I…
Panthalassa
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The light that hummed in the amniotic sea The algae that latticed itself into Tokyo-sized mats in the shallows The moment the world became...
All Their Moments Together
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Tree Stories Her small leaves yellowed at the first touch of chill. Then as the northern wind roamed waking the hairs on the little...
Ash Wednesday, Offshore
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We cordoned the bay from the ocean and it did not contain the spill. O God, who created the earth, We used napalm and...
Three Poems
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Chorus Frog The season of cracking open, bloodroot, egg strings. My grandmother chops the cloddy ground. Many years without him. Onion sets, new moon...
Two Poems
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Walking the Arroyo I kneel at the altar of stone, quartz-veined and creek-cut to trace volcanic memories. The urgency of cicadas sings through the...
Claude Monet, Argenteuil, 1875
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It was a lot of things. It was the algae blooms swimming against the tide. It was the convent of masts, making partial signs...