Here’s a lesson: If you leave a hole in the forest, / leave a mouth open in pain, astonishment or grief, / something will come to fill it
No light could work its way into Kelsey’s condo after four, so that’s when she held the baby and checked email. She never received much.
Admit it. This is how you want me, slick where desired, / rough where requested.
The Radical Transformation of Fresh Kills
I remember watching my mother / with the horses, the cool, fluid / way she’d guide those enormous / bodies around the long field
An Unexpected Pilgrimage
Who doesn’t like a bit of flash, / a pop of red / like a nosebleed
In the wake of postwar trauma, and absent any formal restitution, a group of Filipina women have forged their own path toward healing.
At the cabin in Snug Hollow near McSwain Branch creek, just spring, all the animals are out, and my beloved and I are lying in bed in a soft silence.
Hollywood’s Infatuation with the Fights
