Showing posts with label is/let. Show all posts
Showing posts with label is/let. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2020

waiting
for night

a temple
opening

*Published in the July 2020 edition of is/let

Monday, June 22, 2020

making a joke of me one pine needle

*Published in the June 2020 edition of is/let

Sunday, May 31, 2020

guns. We all choose different milks

*Published in the May 2020 edition of is/let

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

entertainment
the darkest possible
timeline

*Published in the May 2020 edition of is/let

Monday, May 11, 2020

orphan. In my palms, a freshly cut violet

*Published in the May 2020 edition of is/let

Monday, May 4, 2020

we stumbled over an unmarked grave. Her eyes

*Published in the May 2020 edition of is/let

Friday, April 24, 2020

it’s just the law dividing willows

*Published in the April 2020 edition of is/let

Thursday, February 27, 2020

beatings. Like I said, after the sermon we

*Published in the February 2020 edition of is/let
as if it were dripping from each star. This night

*Published in the February 2020 edition of is/let

Monday, February 24, 2020

because it can winter howls

*Published in the February 2020 edition of is/let

Friday, August 30, 2019

rape. Things you learn from family

*Published in the August 2019 edition of is/let
**Reprinted in Haiku 2020 (Modern Haiku Press)
***Selected for inclusion in Haiku 21.2 (a best-of-decade anthology) in 2025

Thursday, August 29, 2019

and then I heard the Psalms dueling the dead of night

*Published in the August 2019 edition of is/let

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

into June’s hymn I recast her death

*

my other name the redwood hums a processional

*Published in the May 2019 edition of is/let

Sunday, January 20, 2019

on the edge of Orion 
honey
no need for lipstick

*

another dimension D# as Gb or cerulean

*

electric rainbow in the thick of the body

*Published in the January 2019 edition of is/let

Friday, December 29, 2017

octopus
this bed
of nails

mist over moon the blame of rape

what were you saying these tentacles in me

into the mouth of violet burning night

*Published in the December 2017 edition of is/let