for Michael Donald and his family
Released and returned, the hostages invaded
each and every news segment. The new president,
a former actor (Damon told her. Denise had never
heard of The Killers or Law and Order.) …
Poetry
Older Boys
I’m going off again with older boys
who slouch in memorable shoes and coats
into the thickening forest or cars,
depending on their age, their chosen toy.
It never changes. Like a paper boat
gone floating off again with older …
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Where did I pick up a raw
right hand wrung more by New
England dew points than the brittle
prairie I abandoned it was pitted
with the graves of these same
small follicles they burrow deep
so I can’t pinch …
Art Is Not Therapy
Agent Bobby Chacon of the FBI Dive Team looks into the hole
his team has cut in the ice of Matanuska Lake, outside Anchorage,
and the first thing he sees is the face of eighteeen-year-old
Samantha Koenig, her eyes wide …
Turtle, Breathe
Turtle head, poke out of shell
and water, barely send out
ripples. Arms outstretched, slowly
tread water, breathe in
a deep, turtle breath,
wade shallow
near, and on, and over
the surface; you are everywhere.
Acorn in the years-ago ground,
TO TIFFANY FROM INTRO TO PHILOSOPHY OR WAS IT STEP TEAM
Brent isn’t at the Yellow House, is unreachable by phone, hasn’t seen Vicky, who went to Iceland, for days, talked to Bear, who never liked him like that because he sleeps exclusively with Georgia, who also hasn’t heard from Brent …
First Date & Weights
FIRST DATE
He told me about his drinking,
about his deep fascination
with the inner workings
of his own mind
that has come to
replace his drinking
now that he—one day at a time—
no longer drinks—
God, grant
A Test of My Womanhood
To walk down the street is a test of my womanhood.
Onlookers keep on looking.
I am beleaguered with looks of assessment.
I am the vanishing point that engulfs the eyes of the cityscape,
A positive magnet to the negative …
All Hands Chantey
The men of the first co-ed class at Gunnery School.
Naval Training Center, 1995.
We didn’t know anything about octopus love or donkeys falling for emus in captivity.
We knew about boot camp hook-ups and A-school weddings.
We
False Offering & First Day As A Ghost
False Offering
Sometimes I look at my altar, all the brass, lavender, and candles, and I worry
that it is too crowded, that some gods can’t see their sigils, that the clutter will
confuse the divine. But some
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