do you remember how we slept naked? you were there a love so beautiful, the one people pray for you brought little beeswax candles on our rooftop as we laid under the stars though the light in our eyes was all we ever needed a radiance of attention attending the...
another summer’s end, another end of a diaryand i still haven’t met youmaybe i’ll light some matchesand throw them in the moon water bowllike my great-grandmother taught memaybe i’ll dry my wild rosesas if yesterday isn’t yet...
silver,as stillmoon waterin a serene cast iron teapot,as a ringunthought, undreamtclothedfrom the ineffable A little more: For this minimalist poem, I was imagining a couple deeply in love, tucked away somewhere in Iceland, perhaps somewhere in Vik, where one of my...
There is a certain form of intimacy that happens between silk and wool – it’s called a marriage. There are times when one partner stands in a silk bathrobe, restless and pacing towards the other under the wool blanket on the side of the couch, reclined in solid...
a lantern, solitarylike a fox returning to her den there is time for quietness& there is time for loving i know you understand shy winds tried to keep my dresson skin follow the scent tonight i’ll make a showof full moon wet leaves wrap around the...
i write his name on the inside of my dress until i forget my own tongue no symbol, no animal omen his name is my whole body red ribbons are too quick and tight to be undone wild roses too will surrender their frail bodies to the poseidon waters stars turned in and...
