Sunflower, August The mammoth is its own planet. Each day, for months, it grows inches, thickens, its pedicel like obese bamboo, leaves plattering out, shading tomatoes and peas, quashing the […]

Tears – died on August 3, 2016. Once we stopped at a Vons to pick up flowers and pinwheels on our way to the graveyard. It had been a year […]

LAST WATER SONG It was not the water you tried to find when you were young. That was the water that lost you. You climbed trees to look and the […]

                  Come to the window — you call to me Come to the window — you call to me — I, wanting […]

  Running the Rivers with N and C   — For Natalie Diaz and Catherine Owen How to write the unruly, the unsettled, words forever water, slipping past always and […]

                Notice This evening, the sturdy Levis I wore every day for over a year & which seemed to the end in perfect […]

The Lung Poem The poem breathes for you some days It’s okay The poem never says he isn’t, entirely, Coming back. The poem has too many lungs to accept Death completely […]