Psalm for All Us
this is my excerpt for psalm for all of us
does it work to skip a line
how about this
does it work to skip a line
how about this
anxiety attack in bedroom while everyone leaves the party
the arm is not yours. neither the bubbling stomach—the black room the voices from the next room a hundred miles away the curving lines between the shaking the slip the strobe the bed the floor […]
All the Better
Read at the Iowa Review’s Blog
Surrender (with raised hands)
Before we learned this position for its relevance when faced with a gun you could find my people packed in a sweaty sanctuary — arms raised, wailing, asking God to speak and He spoke, as much as any word is an approximation, a translation, a mother’s ecstatic dance until she falls limp to the floor, […]
Ode to my Uni-brow
Perhaps it is not pronounced enough to easily notice, at least from a distance, but praise be to the hairs populating the Bering Straight, or more accurately crossing the Mediterranean — bridge like cedar planks with black nails, bridge like the boat my jido came here in, bridge to Dearborn, Michigan. The hairs stand up […]