On counting cairns

August 2, 2017

Tomorrow my son moves back in bringing inexhaustible items in large clear sacks that swallow the floor like jellyfish claiming …

Effigy Mound

May 13, 2017

In my belly, now flat, curled a spine with indistinct tissue wrapped around its tiny bones like those of a …

March 4, 2017

Even as you sit smoking weed in the room I just cleaned and leave your papers and dirty dishes on …

September 10, 2016

Label everything. Your scent will not do. Your good grades will not do. Use only indelible ink. Label it with …

December 11, 2015

through the fuzzy ultrasound screen it was your chin I noticed first fading in and out, scanning to your cheekbones, …

October 9, 2014

Skies hang today like my gray-brown bed sheet from when I knew you, discolored by countless nights of filthy feet …

September 5, 2014

The Bustle in his Bedroom The Weekend after Drop-off Is loneliest of industries Enacted by the Mother — The Sweeping …

June 7, 2014

The boy stands and bounces,
holding the edge of the sofa,
humming sloppy raspberries,

May 22, 2014

Corsage scratches wrist;
shoes pinch little toes;
fingers clenched; dizzying