x
Menu
Poetry  – 

potters’ field

in the throat of crownsville, maryland
beneath the filament of pine and tobacco
reedy blue asters outline the old prison cottage
for colored women
held in parch and punishment

       forensics is memory

a sash of light from the monocacy river arcs BELOVED
while maddish seasons dismember

her station hulled beneath the muck       turned livid             on the edges
of things like vindictive

weeds or nervous trees                      a caste even unto death

                            as though bone                       may copulate with bone