Poetry

“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
—Rita Dove

Black Ghosts of Ponderosa on a Silhouette of Hill
A Way of Seeing
Clueless & Briefly Gorgeous
Mom, in Her Dementia, Steals Oranges
The State School 1984 His Given Name Was Wilbur  We Called Him Magpie
Back Suplex
Sprung (April)
“Artifact,” as Translated from Gluberhöff’s Lexicon
necromancer woman, witch woman
An Endeavor of Being Now
All In
Time Travel
Lobster
robertson quay
Like dirt
Ode To the Dove Pt. VI (Avrom Sutzkever)
books
Ode To the Dove Pt. V (Avrom Sutzkever)
close up of sun
Mercury in Retrograde
There is an alternative universe
Welcome To The House of Static