in the stream behind
your house we absconded
with one, he pinched
at my cupped palms
as we... [+]
Poetry
in the stream behind
your house we absconded
with one, he pinched
at my cupped palms
as we... [+]
When you were two, we snapped this photo on the island. Back
when your hair tickled your shoulders... [+]
In the country of your birth,
you learn to call redeemer,
to call magician, to call the
code... [+]
In the glow of this
neon mountain,
framing her face
like a fluorescent halo
from behind... [+]
To Zarja
Wherever you go, I will follow
through groves, where cypresses huddle like shy brown... [+]
It’s hot today. I’m glad they built no tent
though men will come just to watch women now.... [+]
The birds sing
As I sit in stagnant heat
Hands on still oars,
And the lake mirrors the... [+]
They serve
Pit-cooked pork
Says the sign
Beneath the mossy oaks
Of Alligator Swamp,... [+]
Down in the belly of the welfare state.
Human shit, on the DART station floor.
The second in... [+]
“And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it... [+]
After school my brother slinks
into the blue shade of the pines.
Every year it seems, he... [+]