Don’t pray to be healed, or look for evidence / of “some other world.” / There is no other.
Poem Beginning with Lines from Rumi
Category: Poetry
What She’ll Do
what she’ll do—one bottle of hoarded pills / and one of good bourbon, a spot she’s picked / at the base of a hickory
Symptoms and Pathology of Swallowing a Foreign Object: A Symposium
God: / Which is my best invention— / swallowing or vomiting? / I still can’t decide.
Flu
I made a blanket out of sideways glances / and spent the day taunting the fish.
Waiting for My Son at Midnight by the Church at the Edge of the Small Woods Where the Kids Get Stoned
windows throb like human organs: blue heart, / maroon brain, gold spleen
Snow and Sand
The wind blows snow across / her cheek, like stinging sand / a crystal burning.
As It Is on Earth
Is it finally fair to say like gods / we make images to pour ourselves into?
Three Poems
My sister casts buttons through / her window—they shadow / / like pills into small ponds / of late winter ice.
Two Poems
like a book left open in the rain; pages wrinkle, / rip and fall before their ambiguities are read.
Psaltery & Lyre 