Poetry

Aunt Flo’s Goodbye

Aunt Flo had a daughter She was a drug addict Aunt Flo had leukemia Her husband left her Aunt Flo had a party invited everyone she knew gave everyone gifts told everyone how much she loved …

The Mexican

Ahead of the crowd, I settle into a choice window seat. This former school bus won’t roll from Times Square deep into New Jersey until every seat is paid for. I eye all those …

Uralt

The colleagues would celebrate closing a case with the special hidden bottle of honey-tinted brandy, the very finest, extremely old. All the way down it would burn: grapes of France, …

Keeping Confidences

“You’d better not write a poem about this,” my daughter warns, only half-joking.  She’s just visited her cousin in prison, a young man she’s never been really close to but whom she’s known …

Ghost Road

Interstate traffic veers smoothly right as some State road remnant, a pale-laned highway swatch, trails left through median weeds competing with cracked asphalt, pebbles, and ragged  …

Train Wreck at Nome, Texas

Here, the triangular couplings of the cars twist, veer off inclines into levees, freight-doors open, chickens half- fluttering, feathers settling the dust: the caboose man running, …

Island Police

used to follow me when I went to physical therapy running housewife errands and in Montana a highway patrol car trailed us when we drove back to Spokane when my husband and I returned from …