Three Poems

Three Poems

    Lake Natron                   after Nick Brandt Your love’s thermal waters, kept from sun for ten thousand years. Others heal, but I am the gilded head of Minerva...
Two Poems

Two Poems

genetics/the cell/reproduction/asexual When I glue the hybrid, its sound makes a memory like bones or like a pyre for all the oceans one can feel. Its zipper stills. It becomes a place. Accidently, it becomes a place. I ask its many heads to promise. I ask its many...
Why Write #23: Jennifer Militello

Why Write #23: Jennifer Militello

I remember visiting the Boston Museum of Science as a child and stumbling on a long lit case into which was affixed a room-length, finger-width crust of sand, a rod of sand that lightning had passed through and melted to glass. A shape hollowed out by the sheer power...