Beginnings
Can I travel back to the womb,
back to the female zygote
of my conception
when my…
The Cripple Makes a Wish
It didn’t happen in the way that other folks will have you think: a flash of light, a giant earthquake rumbling through your bones.
I simply did what I was told…
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The day after I visit my daughter in prison I think of how she is not allowed to handle money not even go near the vending machines…
SALT: A Homecoming
It was Penelope’s job to wait. And weave. Or so we think.
Who writes of Penelope, her many-syllabled reality?
Who wants to know…
Whatever Gets You Through the Night
What words do you need when you’re trying not to drop the house on your back, your shoulders bruised, a hard rain falling? Neil Young was on the…
The Wolf in Me
This madness.
This wolf that won’t let go
won’t absolve me or allow me to forgive—
If I could shoot it in the heart, I…