A Week before Surgery I Practice my Body like Giotto’s angels, skecthed from his studies of sheep, I open the jaws of my back to the sky eating my body […]

the women of the village tell me at night shut all windows and the door devils like to creep in the dark if a devil creeps a woman her baby […]

    iPoem Now there are mini-moons, I read, primordial crumbs. Or rather there always were but now our instruments are sensitive enough to register. It probably means I’m dead. […]

Mood Indigo From the porch; from the hayrick where her prickled brothers hid and chortled and slurped into their young pink lungs the ash-blond dusty air that lay above the […]

Wake You dream me still. Racialized, de-racialized, de-colonized. You ask if I have or use a “pre-colonial mind.” You suggest edits to my biography, tell me my stated identity doesn’t […]

from SEASONAL When the full sun is on me this way I itch and am satisfied I take it in like a thirsty man drinking from his garden hose I […]

Geologic When I don’t have a body anymore. When I’m ash and fragmented bone. I think about the early people, trapped between one geological era and another, unfathomable. Their dust […]

ISAAC —after Czeslaw Milosz’s poem Should Should Not A father should not lay his son upon an altar, should not listen to all he is told. He should not wander […]

CATHERINE GRAHAM FEATURES LOUIS MACNEICE Snow The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink roses against it Soundlessly collateral and incompatible: World is suddener […]

Back to the Quarry This surface for long-legged spiders once absolved teen skin. Plunge into the limestone museum. Mingle with rusty machinery sunken by a triggered spring. Let sunfish nibble […]