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Davin I
Posted on April 8, 2024 Leave a Comment
Total eclipse of my heart. Sun, moon, shadow. Forever love. Missing us.
hunger as vow: a triptych
Posted on February 14, 2024 Leave a Comment
[After Sarah M. Sala, Migraine as Whale: A Triptych]
HOCUS POCUS: Golden Shovel
Posted on October 31, 2023 Leave a Comment
After Jennifer Michael Hecht When you were twelve, your shadow out cast mine, you’d eat two bowls of long spiral spaghetti straws twirling in a meaty sauce I scratched, red, lip-smacking, mmm. Wednesday nights, the donut shop man is a dervish charmer filling our sack for three dollars for no rhyme or reason. Once, in […]
The Promise
Posted on July 26, 2023 4 Comments
And I said: “Dear, I promise to love you forever, and you said: I promise I’ll never leave you.
July 25, 1987.
What Holds Me Back?
Posted on May 7, 2023 2 Comments
What is the force that drives the code I cannot crack, why can’t I step out of my shell what holds me back? I’ve read “how-to” books got keys to success from T.V., but still I haven’t figured out, how this all applies to me. Sure I make out my lists what goes and what […]
April 8, 2023
Posted on April 8, 2023 1 Comment
Dear Davin, From the time your dad slid a diamond on my finger, I dreamed of the home we’d own, the children that would play hide-and-seek in closets, and the adventures we’d take together to experience the wonders of the world before your dad’s world went dark. We’d mix large batches of sticky rice […]
Still Life with Mother
Posted on September 22, 2022 7 Comments
I invite you to celebrate the birth of my mother in this poetic homage.
COUNTERTERRORISM
Posted on September 10, 2022 4 Comments
after Kerrin McCadden my husband’s portrait is in a collage behind glass on a museum wall of prayers his name is announced by the son who never spoke it his smile is cast into homes of people we don’t knowhis name echoes across a plaza where there used to be buildingshe’s a good dad who […]
VACATIONLAND
Posted on August 26, 2022 5 Comments
This poem is an elegy to the day my son and I released my sons’s ashes into the pond we haave been vacationing at since the boys were six and two-years old.
