Hungry Ghost Moon of July
Let these words here welcome the ghosts. Lay sentences down like amulets upon a columbarium.
–Rob Merrit, “Hungry Ghost Moon of July” Continue reading Hungry Ghost Moon of July
Category: Hybrid
Safe
Light-shot. A chain of lives / Just like elephants, or midges. Continue reading Safe
Corona Way
The sea squirt is born with a primitive brain and one eye. It cruises the ocean, and when it finds a surface to fasten to, the squirt eats its own eye and brain. Without movement, it no longer needs them. Continue reading Corona Way
feast
feast of a million small creeks Continue reading feast
The Right Sky
I have cultivated shadows / that never came to fruit. Continue reading The Right Sky
How To Quilt Memories: Instructions For My Mother
Step 1: Cut as many large sections as you can from my six nursing school uniforms, blue-and-white seersucker dresses with white cotton aprons buttoned to the waistband. Continue reading How To Quilt Memories: Instructions For My Mother
Two Poems
my secret / footprints, / dark blue / hard metallic Continue reading Two Poems
WE HAD TO LEAVE
It came to be widely believed that we were Something’s experiment, in which case the stars and the trees and the grass and the birds knew everything we wished to know. Continue reading WE HAD TO LEAVE
Eveningtime
I will reach into the clock, my hand through it like water Continue reading Eveningtime
Psaltery & Lyre 