from On Paradise

Everything in and of war in war. / Every flight and branch and wing, / A body of war: a woman brushing a boy’s hair— / War—the wild turkey… More

Remainer

Red sky on bad TV tonight / on furniture, on skin, / I’ll remember this like it was / yesterday somewhere else, / like I was another woman /… More

Dakota Incident

His mother passed away, / cold errant, / in the cardboard container, / going begging / with a good shiny pen. / See what was so good about it. More

Last Sext

My thoughts of bellies and scythes. / And how to cut me out of me. / The vine of the mind and the heart and its sword. / And… More