Poems, etc.

When a star dies all of its life force retreats to the center, the heart. A white dwarf, they call it. Dull but lively, dying with all...

I wrote a poem that I've since forgotten — about golden nightingales, about tiny dogs in tiny caskets. One day, when I find the words...

We live in a low green pasture. The neighbors' children are in and out of the house. Their laughter is like two warm palms of sunlight...

i feel sorrow coming towards me like a slow slamming door lord, let me sleep through these raging eyeless storms i forgot how to dream...

When I was younger I thought I would hate living in a sorority, but now I'm not so sure. I often dream, and dream fondly, of women's...

i shot down a few stars on the drive over and not a single one followed me home can you believe the wind's so high tonight whistling...

We're the only customers in a Chinese buffet in Montgomery, Alabama. It's 3PM on a Thursday and a hurricane's coming through. I listen to...

In dreams I write a book and declare it my child. In dreams I move back to the suburbs to work in the puzzle factory. I wear aprons over...

Signs and symbols. Symbols and signs. I stitched my heart to the cloth of the sky and now I’m here with my handfuls of thread. How far do...

In a vision like a sunburn I see a snake hurrying through the grass. She is desperate to be back with her eggs. She thinks something...