RECENTLY PUBLISHED


THE UNCANNY VALLEY

aphasia of detail
& human
complication.
Here I stand on the street


MY MOTHER AND THE BOTTLE

Here is when I hear its syncopated hatching.
I see the blood and think it wine,
I wonder if she will lick it from the floor,
suck the dye back out from the egg.


when my grandmother sings

and my grandmother would hold /
out her hand to catch the dewdrops /
falling from the sky /
her voice was drowned out long ago