Words
A Song to the Twilight
Ruby studded sky,
the horizon calls to me.
It knows my name by heart.
I have stood here all eternity,
watching a coral glow of evening,
as geese fly...
Waiting for Spring
Crows and snow
a tethered world
monochromatic
static, white noise
of sight like floaters,
skittery images through
flakes the size of quarters,
and feathered balls of birds
sitting it out on sugared...
Decadence Outside Dior’s
I walked down the avenue of obscenity,
of unspeakable wealth,
store window displays glazed
with million-dollar baubles
for women waltzing by
in shoes of gold,
bandaged faces newly
contoured by plastic...
Comedy on stage, tragedy off
Studying fairy tales taught Mona Awad that beauty is humanity’s kryptonite.
“I’m fascinated by the shadow side of the things that we worship and hold...
The Ins and Outs of Planetary Relocation
I tie the solar system around
your wrist to remind you why
Days are longer here.
Moon-dipped mapmakers, stellar
shelter-seekers, we follow cosmic river shadows
through the red valleys...
Bring an Original Poem to Class
Scary things, scary things
The things that have created me
All come back, so haunting
Surrounded now, I can not breathe.
Can someone please
Soon help me
Rid my life...
A Lesson in Deep Time
I stand atop history and geology,
Mineral Mountain, El Dorado.
This continent continues its slow
tilt towards the sun
on the axis of season.
Beneath the melting snow
the Earth...
Americans are returning to their rituals
pack your emergency go-bags, fireand flood are riding the waveof optimism don’t forget the iodine! Anne Waldmansays, we’re taking off our sweatersAndrew Schelling says—the poetsundressing, the climate...
Get it Together
Just there after, the lights dim down to a nearly indiscriminate fade.The hush falls on the crowd like a falling line of dominos.It’s the...
beneath the apple blossoms
and this time you slipped as a raindrop through the clouds of my forgetfulness to fall like the thought of a forming leaf wearing that dress i remember and laughing at the...
Broken Poem
There is a poem
lying beside the road, its red
fur ablaze in the morning sunlight.
The spine of the poem is broken
and one leg is partially...
