the frames of our flesh
bending and fitting themselves
to fill and fulfill
each other’s need
Poetry
Ouroboros (and other poems)
Ouroboros I find myself in a political debate with a timber rattlesnake slithering out of the fescue. It asks me…
Spell for Attraction, Containing Belladonna (and other poems)
The spell says she must trek/
for home, moist ground mucking up//
her shoes. The spell says she must/
not speak on the way across the field.