There are so many people who’ve come before us, arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo. Look out at the meadow, you can almost see them, generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay. I want to try and be terrific. Even for an hour. Ada ...

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?/ Yes, to the very end./ Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?/ From morn to night, my friend.  Christina Rossetti, Up-Hill This makes me think of Sisyphus. This makes me think of the refrige...

“L’Siren,” says the Frenchwoman, sliding a faux/ ivory bangle engraved with a mermaid on my wrist./ I run a thumb across fin and scale until I come to her/ face: full lips, round nose, hair dreadlocked. I recognize/ her face, balance her many n...

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in/my heart)i am never without it(anywhere/ i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done/by only me is your doing, my darling)/ i fear/ no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world (for beautiful you are ...