Ethnography
Posted in Poems on Feb 11th, 2010 No Comments »
The wind huffed in our ears all the way up the hill,
my skirt kicked and tangled with my boots.
Posted in Poems on Feb 11th, 2010 No Comments »
The wind huffed in our ears all the way up the hill,
my skirt kicked and tangled with my boots.
Posted in Poems on Jan 19th, 2010 No Comments »
We were movers back in the day
before I found this chair that locked me in
Posted in Poems on Jan 17th, 2010 No Comments »
The night my grandmother died
the full winter moon was shivering,
Posted in Poems on Nov 9th, 2009 No Comments »
I heard the train
like a phonecall from God
Posted in Poems on Oct 3rd, 2009 No Comments »
I took my heart to Greece
I did not expect anything from you
Posted in Poems on Sep 13th, 2009 No Comments »
The mounted bison in the museum
who watch over their glass-eyed calf
Posted in Poems on Jun 29th, 2009 No Comments »
In summer the sun burns my arms brown
and the hair on my shoulders white as ashes
Posted in Poems on Jun 10th, 2009 No Comments »
dying women have cold bruised feet
and edema in their calves;
Posted in Poems on May 28th, 2009 No Comments »
Monday.
our first visit
Posted in Love Song Series, Poems on Apr 28th, 2009 No Comments »
When I die I think they will tuck me away,
fold the fatness of my sweet body