It was always blue   Actually it wasn’t always blue. In college I used to say that it was black because I felt sorry for it, black because no one else ever chose it. And black is very rich indeed and I still wear it…

The robot you bought Flips the rug over and breaks Must be a bad rug

Little feet in the sand, Tread lightly, barely printing, Move swiftly, softly. Juxtapose: the enormity of presence, The swell of your belly as you laugh at the gulls, At the slick-feathered geese trailing their offspring, At the moon-lensed sunglasses that turn to face you And…

A glaze settled over her vision, tinting everything a murky brown. This winter no longer seemed gray but the sepia tones of daguerrotype Images: old-fashioned, detached, sullen in the moment captured. So many big fears had abated after the accident. Still, these small shifts of…

“Angel Wing,” I said my name. They buzzed me into the hallway with light yellow walls. I didn’t need an I.D.   We always visited at Thanksgiving surrounded by various hues of orange, black, and dandelion.   Mabel in her Mad Hatter blue linen shirt…

J 3   Gold in the puddles on the ground and in the sunlight crashing down around your face and in my eyes blinding in the golden skies when I looked up and you said   “I’ll make an honest woman of you.”   I…

Green   Every day we see this color We see grass and trees Everything about green Makes me happy   Green is a color I always used In my childhood I never knew a color Could make me happy , or would.   Yet green…

    Sunflowers on Blue   There is winter’s gray, which can be white with cold.   Spring shakes off my doldrums, emerges from mud and muck and screams me awake.   Grows up into summer, it’s big brother of color, like sunflowers on blue…

A week after I knew I carried another life, I sewed a green ornament. For three quarters of a year, I strangely loved the vine more the eggplant, and dreamed in sage green. At two years old, the life asked for green curtains and I…

I’ve never been so glad to see Kansas as the day I’m driving through Humboldt, Nebraska.   This is the place where they killed Teena Brandon, because she looked too much like a boy. Wanted to be one, too.   She was Brandon, in the end,…