Poetry

the woman who married a bear

I’ve never seen a bear bared to air, skinned to a pearled blue — the color of inside shells or secrets. I’ve heard hunters shudder — how human they look, hung Continue reading

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

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