Old love songs my granny disparaged/ as longing for the wrong things, telling/ the sand end of wanton desire.
Poetry
The Orange Blues (and other poems)
I have packed roomy/
wicker baskets with blues,//
or mostly blues—
Broken Hallelujah (and other poems)
The huffing wind seals rain/
beneath a crisp skin of ice/
sends chickens burrowing into their deep down.