Poetry

Our Lady of Eggplant

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Dame of the Raging Apple,grant us flavored  flesh, oily epiphanies, we moan  the globed heft in our palms, in your shiny  purple cloak, Empress of Solanum  melongena,…

Gemini Baby

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I look for a dark line rising up from my pelvis to my breasts,for any sign of you holier than the swelling. Not the…

Heroin Ghazal

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Growth has lifted the county that buried sunflower seedsdeep into the flesh of every body, buried, sprouting seeds uncurling green as a smile, and…

Mandala

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I am glued to the interior of my thoughts. A shredded ballerina figurine dipped in gold. Trees, water, sky. Autumn. Spring. Autumn. Outside, reality…

Two Poems

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The Horse Chestnut Is About To Go Extinct in Europe. In North America, we’ve already lost half of our bird population. The meadowlark, I’ve...