“The night is an old woman.”

“sing loud and long, sing
for those who can’t, sing”

this is where we

misremember & forget-

me not

“when I say,

death wafts in this house,

I do not like the way it dwells -”

“You secure a research grant, you fly to Newfoundland and invite me to fly there too, join you at the airport. You say that you’ve missed me, that we should get together again, do some catching up, see what happens.”

“Jon and Cinderella
walk up the hill slowly,
tired”

“I was no good when you were a child
Loving you wholly, but feeling too much
All I had was love back then, not sanity or time”

“She will be doing the batok because today, her mood dictated she will”

“Consider this sea of movement, the multitude in waves.”

“When I cup my hands under the faucet, the water finds the cracks between my fingers and slowly pushes through. No matter how tightly I squeeze my fingers together, the water seeps, dripping down the drain.”

“Unhurried in a realm below the acorn woodpeckers
hoarding their harvest I try not to think”

“On a screen-porch in Baton Rouge, real low to the ground
my mother’s hands rattle the old metal peeler birthing naked potatoes”

“The earth is making itself
In an image you have never seen”

“The goose is a watchman. More than any other creature of Almighty God, it discerns the character of men. Cackles a warning when it witnesses wrong.”

“At that moment he decided it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.”

“Now he counts on his fingers
within the bristled halo
that surrounds his hand.
He arrives at no solution.”

“I don’t like cherries, but I love summer. “

“And the moon, erase it from your memory
it belongs to all the other poets. “

“This home
has a living ghost”

“I had never been particularly interested in my period until three events occurred in the same week: I got dumped, I lost my job, and I bought a menstrual cup in a burst of uncharacteristic environmental friendliness. “