Warning Shots When you live on the edge of an ocean, you cannot pretend you did not see it coming. The leaves are still, birds chatter, the sea is a sheet of steel. But out west where last night the sun left a sky illumined like stained glass dirt heaps up,…
Adagio for Strings My heart that soared and climbed To other realms of fantasy That longs to find the answers To everything To dream those endless dreams To drift in waves of oceans Of oneness complete And really know In pools of beautiful thought Transport my soul Where heaven will be And…
Maternity I want to have poems by Caesarean section wearing my Infallible lip gloss and counting on my designer obstetrician. I will keep my bump discreet, drink litres of San Pellegrino, strive to avoid striae gravidarum, laser them later if it comes to it. I want to live a normal life…
Encounters with a Hare A fighter with grace and fertility magical helper in the unexpected moment of my early morning backyard smoke and scribbles. I know it means something when we meet. I wonder about your tunnel vision if you see me, seeing you, what you’re a sign of. Will it rain,…
Prayer for my New Daughter with lines by Audre Lorde and William Butler Yeats A soul in chrysalis, in first agonized molt, must choose: LADIES, or MENS. For some—for you—these rooms are fraught, an open field where lines are drawn: think of the White-Only signs. Or Serrano’s Piss Christ and Duchamp’s Fountain, pitted…
