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Entropy, Fireside

Even this fire, you say. Even your shoes
are falling apart. See the soles giving a bit

to the heat. Through smoke, your face seems
unlikely, your hair in impossible knots. Inside,

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Glaze

They say she was doll glass, then ghost
glass, a rinsed object that bends
into its own deboning. Her mouth
stitched with rain, wrangling a wet
tone in a shipwrecked room. Her body

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& God Sends a Colt

& God sends a colt. The colt’s mane flows
like a river as it gallops wild through acres
of grassland. & then God commands: build
a saddle, toughen the leathers & smith the stirrups

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Elegy in the Storm

All night the Luna Moth had circled the flickering
street light as if it were paying homage
to its own brief flash of life
while above, the moon itself seemed to waver

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The Trees

Sometimes they cry, he says, staring
out the bay window. At first I think
he means my brother and me, that
he’s talking to our dead mother,

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Seeking the Feral Feminine

“I was withering in the suburban dead space between New York City and Philadelphia when I first learned of the wild woman archetype, courtesy of Clarissa Pinkola Estes’s Women Who Run With the Wolves.”

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Bridging

My friend had only weeks to livewhen we video-chatted the last time.Yet she kept having morning coffee with friends. O, still vivid as light,her contagious

Read More »

News & Events

Entropy, Fireside

Even this fire, you say. Even your shoes
are falling apart. See the soles giving a bit

to the heat. Through smoke, your face seems
unlikely, your hair in impossible knots. Inside,

Read More »

Glaze

They say she was doll glass, then ghost
glass, a rinsed object that bends
into its own deboning. Her mouth
stitched with rain, wrangling a wet
tone in a shipwrecked room. Her body

Read More »

& God Sends a Colt

& God sends a colt. The colt’s mane flows
like a river as it gallops wild through acres
of grassland. & then God commands: build
a saddle, toughen the leathers & smith the stirrups

Read More »

Elegy in the Storm

All night the Luna Moth had circled the flickering
street light as if it were paying homage
to its own brief flash of life
while above, the moon itself seemed to waver

Read More »

The Trees

Sometimes they cry, he says, staring
out the bay window. At first I think
he means my brother and me, that
he’s talking to our dead mother,

Read More »

Seeking the Feral Feminine

“I was withering in the suburban dead space between New York City and Philadelphia when I first learned of the wild woman archetype, courtesy of Clarissa Pinkola Estes’s Women Who Run With the Wolves.”

Read More »

Bridging

My friend had only weeks to livewhen we video-chatted the last time.Yet she kept having morning coffee with friends. O, still vivid as light,her contagious

Read More »

News & Events

Entropy, Fireside

Even this fire, you say. Even your shoes
are falling apart. See the soles giving a bit

to the heat. Through smoke, your face seems
unlikely, your hair in impossible knots. Inside,

Read More »

Glaze

They say she was doll glass, then ghost
glass, a rinsed object that bends
into its own deboning. Her mouth
stitched with rain, wrangling a wet
tone in a shipwrecked room. Her body

Read More »

& God Sends a Colt

& God sends a colt. The colt’s mane flows
like a river as it gallops wild through acres
of grassland. & then God commands: build
a saddle, toughen the leathers & smith the stirrups

Read More »

Elegy in the Storm

All night the Luna Moth had circled the flickering
street light as if it were paying homage
to its own brief flash of life
while above, the moon itself seemed to waver

Read More »

The Trees

Sometimes they cry, he says, staring
out the bay window. At first I think
he means my brother and me, that
he’s talking to our dead mother,

Read More »

Seeking the Feral Feminine

“I was withering in the suburban dead space between New York City and Philadelphia when I first learned of the wild woman archetype, courtesy of Clarissa Pinkola Estes’s Women Who Run With the Wolves.”

Read More »

Bridging

My friend had only weeks to livewhen we video-chatted the last time.Yet she kept having morning coffee with friends. O, still vivid as light,her contagious

Read More »