Content Categorized ‘Poetry’

Solitary Sonzal

Whose voice was that, here, where I lie alone? Look at you, said Eros. Scared, shy, alone. I dreamt my dreaming of you Brought us together. I love you as only dust can love you.

Visionary Sonzal

Keen eyes read the top row, staring straight ahead until the words unfocus. G, then something, then D . . . If only that middle letter were in focus! On this eye chart, every focal point is a vanishing point. Desire dilates pupils. We can’t keep the world in focus.


When color comes back to the world, leaving gets near. By the roadside, auburn and cream cows chew spangled green. Creeks steam. A lone bull’s horns gore

Sonnet after Watching Blue Planet II

Better than therapy is the spectacle of rejection in the deep. I am no longer Abandoned Wife. I am free citizen of Planet Spectacular whose mate followed a whim not based in my failing or his but in a primal scent. Never mind, husband. I am now in love with cuttlefish,


At eight years old, I dodged the sisters’ eyes: I ate my lunch, then donned a saintly face, walked out the gate, past church and up the rise toward Horn’s Variety, that mythic place. The path was new to me. I walked alone

Washing Your Feet

Reader, they are dirty. You’ve come so far so harshly: bloody miles through silt and brambles, noxious bogs and mud-fields, dunes of char beneath the sun-spill—all of it in sandals. Take my chair; this dry, blond Scotch on ice