Poetry
Spring 2008
How Tulips Invented Jazz
One slut among virgins. One whore in the hush. She leans into if and farther, the night calls toward, the night calls abandon. Hipflared and bending the only blue note […]
Poetry
Spring 2008
What It Cost
In the village of Bush Negroes Surinam. 1701. About that place I would tell you green whittled each of us into blades skeletal nerve-husked lethal as rust and we rose […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
Poppies
hum in electric reds: light hearted means we see that way through music distant and too close to hear without poppies listen as the day shuts down and all things […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
Chicory Seeds
1809, a cool dawn. Jefferson looks out on the blue-eyed fields. Rice-paper light. The letter flares with its secret. He thinks of Culpeper: for “sore eyes that are inflamed” because […]