The Marrow of March

For mea certain tilt of Earth’s headthe equinoxeighteen and a half degreesrevolving round its axis so they say nay t’is all attitude say Iand so say the orange newts of Dunsinaneand the enraged eaglets on the rocky crag cosmos has confusion up its sleevepulsing in...

Song of the Drifter

On your door would I knockBut you live in a tentHow will you knowI was heaven sent? In your ear would I singBut you dream of skyFilled with birdsWho sing better than I In your fire would I cookAmbrosial fareGolden lentilTart of pear For your brow would I spinAn...

The Rhyming of Genes

The rhyming of genesspins out iambic soulsdancers leaping from the poesy of the womb a wild doe loses track of last spring’s foalsas the miracle of birth ushers in perpetual bloom to mothers whose mothering fabric is tornby words and actions war and famine bring every...

Our Elysium

No gods presideover our elysiumwe keep it secretexcept to lowly beastseven midnight mothsburrowing under piles of raked leaves we cater here to victims of a lieor objectors to ambitionthe cathedral canopy of pepper leavesscattering the sun like a shattered lense of...

Velveeta Kitchen

It isn’t easy living next door to cultureto sporadic exotic chatterthe gamut of emotionresonating in the membranes of wallsthe invasive smell of evening spicesseeping into my dried-out Velveeta kitchen it’s not easy overhearing the ritual cries formommathe proteststhe...