A year after the fire took most of me, after my back became blood soup, and it seemed my lost beauty—  when beauty was everything— was a...

Can we imagine such emptiness? Such quiet.  Every bit of us, gone: the jackal-mouthed and gospel-wild, razor wire  keeping out the...

Suzie, I want to tell you how frequently I pass the apartment behind the supermarket where we street-danced to the Doobie Brothers, light...

I can’t recline the driver’s seat so I sit straight-backed like a guru, crack a window the air fresh as a silver needle. I’m past the...

for BB We knew which hills to climb, which waves to take us, which sands to bask in, which cars to steal, which church box to jimmy to...

The lavish throat of a hummingbird as it ravishes a penstemon and low tide in evening, breathing like a somnambulant beast, but also,...

Gone the old ogre jaw, the wide churn of brow, his face, smooth, petal-like, helpless as a newborn. I straighten the fallen head, wipe a...

I Then the ground was lit by a sprawl of them— lily pad leaves, spiced, sticky bloom, a flame rushing the field. II Then at home, a spark...