• Poetry

    Elephant Song

    On evenings filled with rain the elephants believe my open door leads to a green stretch of forest and trundle through. Each concocts a song or howl of her own— a moan of bassoon, a pitch of piccolos and even agonies of strings to tell of elephant tragedies coated in silt.

  • Poetry

    Spine of a Dog

    Spine of a dog curves away from me and against, as heat of a tired dog warms my skin through my sweater, through his fur. He lies, front paws matched, chin tucked alongside them, neat. One still beast; one, antsy with pen at arm’s end, cramming the months and years and lives with rehearsals, games, dinners— human scrawl.

  • Poetry

    Magic Trick

    One morning—for a blink—a black rabbit forages in downtown Seattle. I witness, grin—the rabbit knows shortcuts to Wonderland.

  • Poetry

    Yearning

    I do not want to be remembered for my urine. In this I differ from the chowchow and Welsh corgi who yearn to soak the earth...