[tabby title="Poem"] the ball in the skyis for nocturnal optimists often fullnever emptysometimes bloody it plays hide-and-seekbehind the earth enters its shadow umbrapenumbraantumbra umbrellasfor lunar gods sometimes the bloodstains the skyas if to say nice trybut not even an eclipsecan...

[tabby title="Poem"] "Who was the first to say I love you?"a couple gets asked on a TV show,and both lovers point at each other. Typical. Who wants to admit losingcontrol, having a heart that veeredoff the road into the wild...

[tabby title="Poem"] what we lost was the moonin a language where bloodand moon are the same so those who saidthey lost blood died while wepointed at the sky what we lost was the moonin a language where monthand moon are...

[tabby title="Poem"] To barter with one’s body sans care,one should have a horse in the race:papers stating a life worth its acres,a call to the bluff of the health scare. I secured a burial site for the sacredpuzzle of bones...

[tabby title="Poem"] My baby chrysanthemumMama’s eternal chrysalisFuneral song before birth“For this child I’ve prayed” Mama’s internal chrysalis  Enantiomers of her fierce For this child I have paled May light meet my wound Enantiomer of her fearsMama’s maternal crisis May light eat my woundDissolve...