Poetry
Where did these enormous children come from, More ladylike than we have ever been? Some of ours look older than we feel. How did they appear in their long dresses …
The property line melts into forest, its late winter browns speakAn unknown beast’s pelt; felled oaks hunch over like sleeping bears While beech and birch extend into ugly candid possum …
Heat of the blanket,cool of the pillow...long sunLow sun...the fact of flieson fernsTwo thumbsto the weave of the sock...cold sunCap and gown,she boards the bus...by the bumsBirdsong...squawk anxiousat the fire …
JanuaryThe fox drags its wounded bellyOver the snow, the crimson seedsOf blood burst with a mild explosion,Soft as excrement, bold as roses. Over the snow that feels no pity,Whose white …