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Poetry

  • Waterfall

    May 13, 2017

    I sit beside a roaring.
    All else is removed.
    It’s just the lulling loudness
    Of the voice of a God—
    Just the maker of
    Thunder and roses
    Carving out the…

  • Tug of a Thread

    May 13, 2017

    With you away,
    I’m learning the tug of a thread on a button—
    a button on a thread—
    the slow stretching tug that breaks down
    to hold together.
    I’m…

  • Foreshadow

    April 11, 2017

    I mean, Eve probably should’ve seen it coming
    the first time she took her toddler boys
    to the grocery store
    which in her day was just a…

  • I sleep beneath a quilt

    April 11, 2017

    and dream of cotton, lace, silk,
    of women’s hands held just-so,
    the needle set, thread pulled
    across beeswax or tongue,
    stitches sung while women

    sew memories. I sleep beneath
    music…