Underneath my palm your silvered scalp brittle goose egg container of all our days under my fingers our childhoods skip hopscotch o...

and we find him in his bed a rug       pulled to his chin slippers       toppled Pisas eyes       crusty and weeping. We soothe th...

The final betrayal is done mixed and given with blood and milk honey and hemlock. The old bird, our father tipped from his crumbling n...

somewhere a crow is mourning black about his shoulders as he grieves yesterday in numbing traffic his mate was struck head crushed w...

She is in a glut of bliss — her purring permeates the house with primal incantations. We follow the guttural chant discover her        ...

Deep in the night midnight black on the blinds I make my baby sing. With his head tucked under my chin the long bow of his back an u...

Green little bodies, green little eyes. Dead little snails. Dirt under nails. Blue little buckets, blue little skies. Dying little whales...

Endless troopie hours          between craters and dunes; there was no need to speak.          We pull up at what’s left of a town. He i...