Poetry

Roses

Four roses drinking from a blue vase, the first one I name Moment of Gladness, the second, Wresting Beauty from Fear. All year I watched my beloved disappearing, the sweet fat Continue reading

Whereas I did not desire

WHEREAS I did not desire in childhood to be a part of this but desired most of all to be a part. A piece combined with others to make up a Continue reading

In the Defile

We wake so rarely together, and when we do the leaves have already left horses for trees. We didn’t realize when moving to the canyon, we’d given up sunsets for good. Continue reading

Appetite

Hoonah, AK In the gravel parking lot behind the blue Laundromat I find raspberries, though here in the rain arched canes are rare. Haven’t been on land in weeks— it seems Continue reading

To List (Uaałukitaaq)

The boat rocks back and forth over the waters as they rise and the land recedes from sight. The land where women bleed all the time. The land of moss and Continue reading