Poetry

New poem at Typo

Searched for you in winter windows—frost & fire.   Actual weather: light snow, thirty degrees. View: crookedly parked cars. Read more here.

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New poem at Revolver

Dear was burned, Here we are losing our balance differently now. Our once field now fireweed’s fuchsia spikes. Here is our shoulder that was a wing in the before. Can you mourn what grows?   Read more here.  

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Two new poems at Diode

Dear last day of And I woke & found myself drowned. It was putting my hand through the gap in my voice that convinced me— I was not okay. The girl watching me fade kept opening her mouth over & over like a gaffed fish   Read more here.

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New poem in Revolver (10/9/14)

To forget the losses, to undo. You know someone has it worse than you, someone you know. I really do not feel obliged to make this work. Read more here.

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Walker Art Center Library residency (spring 2013)

I’m currently writer-in-residence at the Walker Art Center’s fantastic library. Follow my posts at the link below. A public showing is scheduled for June 20. * Day 2: “a photo of her body in a landscape with wings” Exercise: Look up each noun in the phrase above. Find pictures to correspond. Lay books open and [...]

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"Trying real hard now" in Diagram

Brood first on the kind of ideas a disaster unleashes: “this day the bridge fell, for no reason, I drove past. I had a feeling” a burning bush hisses, arm thyself, “Fasten your doors; at midnight, Read here.

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Three poems in Revolver

whole countries dissolved in our hands like so much sugar.   Well, this is exactly it, so much as I can say it. Elsewhere, people went on with lives begun at different times, errant pulse kept beating, under the snow the bulb divides its pale skins.   Read here: “Dear snow day,” “Kiss,” and “Dear [...]

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Two poems in Cerise Press

The house uninhabitable, black mold grows down the walls   while she collects dead insects in china boxes, you know. Past tense. Eyes sightless, like stained glass   “I could already know these shapes, I could” wreck this dance we   Read here: “In which we inherit the earth” and “Swiftly, in an ice mistake“

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"Dear cures you don't get over," in elimae

Hacked out & eaten up inside. Impossible — here tumbleweeds, clang of iron gates, the merciless swarming box-elder bugs on a wide side of cottonwood, unseasonable amid torrential   In elimae‘s last issue—sad. Read here.

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"You don't think so" in Diagram

I’m the one who’s always right: the Author. Now I’ll burn you; you’ll feel little bites. Then I thought for the first time people might be dead—a huge thunder & metal on (ouch) (fragments) in the bathroom of a home found unharmed in a home on a tree-lined street, in the walled garden of a [...]

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Books: Find the Girl

Find the Girl (Coffee House, 2010) is a poetic exploration of the lost land between girlhood and womanhood, viewed through the central idea of the missing girl. Formally distinctive, the collection works almost as a novel: the cries, whispers, or accounts of a cloud of voices trace multiple paths through the dangerous territory of the [...]

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