Keeping an Eye Out for Cougars

Keeping an Eye Out for Cougars

Narrow was what they called my cousin who is now as exquisite as the Kenyan model pouting on the cover of French Vogue, but before we were of age, I was the pretty one, light, with good hair, and regular. In every photo from the seventies she was my shadow. I’d...
There are no more silkworms in the wild

There are no more silkworms in the wild

Maybe I am being sensitive but when C is teaching our Sunday morning Black-Lesbians- Only-Group about silkworms, I become anxious. We are curling over ourselves, watching  through computer screens: a video of women’s hands  laying out carpets and...
unit_52

unit_52

                            thank you for being a present uplifting presence. main, these doors open the other way, what kind of...
Two Poems

Two Poems

The Prime Mover Between the pit of man’s fears— dog-chain algorithms, the party mushrooms stolen and the summit of his knowledge— cryodesiccation, flush toilets in space my son trips over his ninja costume. / He may accomplish something so historical— teenagers...
Four Poems

Four Poems

Onions at My Father’s Funeral As they were lowering his coffin into the ground beside my mother’s grave where the grass had regrown— my body leaned and followed, my eyes peered into that hole, the scent of pine rose up, mixing with that of wild onion underfoot, and I...
But Then I Turned Into My Evil Twin: Kindness and Ecstasy

But Then I Turned Into My Evil Twin: Kindness and Ecstasy

A fundamental disaster has befallen the language powers of human beings. . . . Communication between subjects has degenerated into a babble of indiscriminate voices. The silent compression of the ark (the teiva . . . ) is the mirror-image, the alter ego of the...