The difference between poetry and… is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. I am trapped on a desert of raw gu…

Moon marked and touched by sun my magic is unwritten but when the sea turns back it will leave my shape behind. I seek no favor

Time collapses between the lips of… my days collapse into a hollow tub… soon implodes against now like an iron wall my eyes are blocked with rubble

However the image enters its force remains within my eyes rockstrewn caves where dragonfish… wild for life, relentless and acqu…

I have studied the tight curls on… moving away from me beyond anger or failure your face in the evening schools o… through mornings of wish and ripen

Out of my flesh that hungers and my mouth that knows comes the shape I am seeking for reason. The curve of your waiting body

For those of us who live at the sh… standing upon the constant edges o… crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice

Is the total black, being spoken From the earth's inside. There are many kinds of open. How a diamond comes into a knot of… How a sound comes into a word, col…

An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel gazelle inescapable sleek leather boots on the pavemen…

New Year's Day 1:16 AM and my body is weary beyond time to withdraw and rest ample room allowed me in everyone'… but community calls

There are so many roots to the tre… that sometimes the branches shatte… before they bear. Sitting in Nedicks the women rally before they march

Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meet paper and pen

My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I wa… no one mistook whose child I was. Features build coloring alone among my creamy fine-boned s…

My mother had two faces and a fryi… where she cooked up her daughters into girls before she fixed our dinner. My mother had two faces