Poetry 2020

We played guns in the backyard, taking cover in the suburban rubble of rusted water heaters, broken bicycles, and empty cattle trailers. ...

I. I wear a potato salad smile, yellow Kind of squishy but soft like a “my mom makes it better” – don’t you know? Still disappointing, bu...

Yesterday you were slow Down crosswalk sign Yellow and curved like an Apostrophe, comma, slow Down there are children here Avoiding you. ...

To be a prophetess of old Marble shrines, Gilded with whispers of praise Bangles on arms And ankles and throat Empty eyes staring at wall...

I wake to a clammy palm covering my mouth Paris’ eyes are feverish, Possessive and possessed Coarse fabric chafes against my cheeks And b...

Last night a faceless goddess Visited me in a dream Another appeared beside her Beautiful and awful The blank face Issued a warning “Neve...

An imitation of "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens I. Among twenty high school classrooms, The only moving thin...

The sun pours down like honey, soaking into scaly lizards. Coyotes thrive on untouched land and homegrown bird gizzards. Sweet days birth...

there was never anything until suddenly there was, and it turns out it had all been here all along matter creates matter destroys matter,...

Let us shed our skins and dance with our jittery bones and pumping organs beneath the light of God’s false eye. Let us braid each other’s...