We Didn’t Pick This Love
a found poem: The Selected Journals of L.M. Montgomery
Our crisp sere old lovewas no
glorious glad homeof scarlet and gold virtue.
It was a nondescriptblue sky
with...
Thinking About the Horses
Afternoon’s the best time to see them,
when the morning feeding is over
and most of the day’s work is finished, only
the long hours before night...
vulnerability, the way you like it (me)
I peel                                         the orange
because you sighed
                        at my request
        for you
           your hands
                        gently ripping me apart
I peel                                        the skin
                                bruised -
                                blood under the skin
                am I that...
Means of Transport
It’s assumed that when we die
we fly or float away.
I’ve never heard it said
that the soul walks out the door
like it’s going to 7-11
for...
Never Song
The city’s flow is predictable
up to a point like smoke
from a cigarette.
Youth bloom.
Pesticides and ground cover
fail.
My heart is as empty
as the zoo,
defunded,
some of what...
