Saturday, December 31, 2016

Well Here We Are

"Night Travel," by Paula Baader
Well Here We Are

Sky taupe with snowlight and moonlight and cloud
crawling in the window and my son sleeping sprawled across my legs
going nowhere with Peter Pan
who as I understand it as an adult is a great menace
Outside zero bombs flay our neighborhood to its quaking skeleton
The only injury in this room is a cut on my pinky under a bandage
Everything is terrible
Everything is beautiful

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Shelter in Place

Shelter in Place

My baby breathes on me
and I match his breath

This is a prayer
Right now a man with a gun

is in a building at a university
a few miles from my home

Those on campus are told to
Shelter to Run Hide Fight

My startled heart shudders
and flaps its wings Also now

parents all over the city and 
country whose children are here 

are praying together quaking
in terror but not alone 

Let us all be safe
Let us breathe 

Monday, November 7, 2016



Snail warm in its shell
snug on some rock

brandishing a riding crop
and chanting

Where you live will make your
work beautiful
You need a city city city
What you need is to hurry

I’m not saying to kill the poor thing
but maybe relocate it
Under that bush over there will do

Tuesday, October 18, 2016


"The Thing," by Samuel Bischoff


Here is how I become the beginning of my son’s story
He gets heavier and every day my body is a little less
my own My belly twitches rabbit-like and I think of
the 3D ultrasound where the nurse pointed out his open
eyelids Whatever he sees in that darkness I hope it comforts
him Because we are shaped into humans alone
in a friendly room the self gathers strength One day
he will tell a person that he loves all about his parents
Oh, you would think that coffee and tea were sacred
for how much they dote over it He laughs at us
and how we are What I do now is food chain fodder
for the future This boy will teach me how to loosen
my leash to the self I have always walked in

Friday, September 30, 2016

The baby is a living bedside photo

The baby is a living bedside photo

    in his video monitor, in his crib. She wakes to watch his back raise and lower.
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