Poem for a day when I cannot write
Respect that the words don’t know how to flow today, love. They congeal and coagulate. You can’t be part of…
Respect that the words don’t know how to flow today, love. They congeal and coagulate. You can’t be part of…
Where could we drive with sleep permeating the back seat? Driving was the point and not the point. Here is…
Among the things I no longer see in my house is the ghost of a ladybug that haunts my uncertain…
An unshareable autumn night: you + I walked along sodium-lit sidewalks. Stars tucked themselves in squirrels nests but didn’t know…
This poem has its own house, a hundred closets where the mismatched towels go, one cupboard where the dishes rattle…