Writer. Demand Poet.
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We are always eavesdropping.
The boy in the next yard admits
He forgot to do his work, and the ladies who
Race by walking exchange their bodily failures
Like measurements of sifted flour.
I hear you, little bird hiding … Read the rest “Eavesdropping.”
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I have a mother. She’s over there
In Iowa, playing Tetris.
I have three sisters, they are
Always available to me, on the phone
To laugh and retell stories. One of them
Did enough work, herself, to
Find her … Read the rest “Sister-Mother-Me”
I am not like the
Momma bird who pushed me
From her nest. She’s the
Eastern bluebird, easy to spot
Easy to identify, all the
Straightforward qualities of
An uncomplicated thrush that sits
Still, then quickly alights,
Uncomplicated in our … Read the rest “The Blue in the Bird”
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The rip down the hip
Of these jeans makes me suddenly feel
I don’t have enough.
It’s because the two new pairs I
Bought last month have somehow ended up
In the laundry at the same time
Which, if … Read the rest “Ripped Fabric”
Across the Post Road
I watch not my driving but
Two ducks unison
Flap-flap-flapping–
They break the
Cycle of wild movement
And slip into
A glide, dropping together
Into some secret nook of
Water and reeds between
Strip mall and… Read the rest “Watch Not My Driving”