
#NeverTrump: 30 days of poetry by American women, queers, & non-whites. 30/30—Brooks.
from To the Diaspora To Prisoners I call for your cultivation of strength in the dark. …
from To the Diaspora To Prisoners I call for your cultivation of strength in the dark. …
miss rosie when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato …
Epithalamia Butane, propane and lungful of diesel. I did not stand a chance. Always with poison breath, bill, responsibility: …
Naked Woman, Her Repose A quiet, doleful state between two stages of sleep. Pooling skin purple and yellow, mottled. …
from Paean to Place River rising—flood Now melt and leave home Return—broom wet naturally wet Under soak-heavy rug water …
from Elegy in a Spider’s Web The genii who cannot cease to know What to say when the spider …
Shedding The dream was worn. She had shown too much of herself— prone in fluorescent light. How will she …
from The Many I never told you: one storm I stood on the roof at 113th St. & …
July 4, 1974 At least it helps me to think about my son a Leo/born to us (Aries and …
from To Bryher [6] In me (the worm) clearly is no righteousness, but this— persistence; I escaped spider-snare, bird-claw, …
There’s No Place Like Rain claimed the day, and I crept to the lake, where typewriter patter fizzed …
[Exordium: ‘In what way names’] In what way names were applied to things. Filtration. Not every word that has …
Brutally, the Robin clutches the clear muscles of the ice- laden branches. Without a scrap, without a word he …
In a Night Once a great bird tore me lifted and took me on a swift swerve …
Wrongbodied Like this baby boy standing there on the corner, hand in jean pocket, lolly too like a cigarette; …
from This Having Been Earthly Seems Lasting I don’t believe in corpses. But I can’t apprise the corpse of …
1994 i was leaving my fifty-eighth year when a thumb of ice stamped itself hard near my heart …
Blue Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty in …
Do You Think Do you think this is a sad day a sad night full of tequila full of el …
from The Temptation i succumbed to the fury, the cities and the etchings/come/the conversation in snatches, in the open the …