Spring Haikus

I’ve been in a weird place these last couple of months. Delirious happiness, bitter heartbreak, and catastrophic rage have all fraternized in this heart of mine lately. Ain’t being a woman grand? The only way I can make sense of the world is with poetry, and the only way I can process my ever-fluid feelings […]

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Climate

Counting the shakes in the bush, the lovers stand against white railing.

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New

Sackcloth becomes skin in these easy years with fat on the bone. I have bled the winter out; acceded to hot, pregnant winds slapping trees and budding puffs of magenta on our part of the street. The old ice is nothing but slop under the fever of June, the old lover just a breath held too […]

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