Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The Greater Good

The Greater Good

If there are windows let them be covered
and if they cannot stomach their veils
explain that sometimes we must do
that which we cannot stomach

The porch for instance has allowed itself
to be nailed to the front of the house

The tree will never be a giraffe
but can take inspiration from the neck
of a giraffe

I have seen gratitude
in the window smudges

Monday, September 15, 2014



I entered a contest for anticipatory leaf-mourning

Second runner-up prize: a match
First runner-up prize: an axe
Grand prize: combination rake and sitar

The song I am making with it
is built from so many trees

Friday, September 12, 2014

Delira and Excira: Visions of the Flowers of Spring

Back in January of 2011, I wrote a poem, “Seasonally Affected,” inspired by the photography of Stephen Tomasko. I absolutely adore flowering trees, and was immediately drawn to these saturated, intense, sensitive images (by an Ohio artist, too!).

Last year, Steve contacted me about including a few of my poems in a book of his. I’m honored and thrilled to report that the book is out, and it is GORGEOUS! I got to meet Steve in-person last night at Paging Columbus, where he shared a little about this project.

It’s called Delira and Excira: Visions of the Flowers of Spring. In his photographs, he brings our faces close to these branches and blossoms, calling attention to how the light hits and illuminates the flowers. I find these images lush and emotionally charged.

Flowers, trees, and plants are definitely important in my writing, especially lately. I often have a visceral response to flowers and trees--it seems amazing how what grows is both a record and a product (of weather, time, and climate).

To anyone who craves flowering trees and all of their overwhelming beauty, this book will feed you. You can order your copy here, through the publisher, Shanti Arts Publishing, and learn more about the project in this recent feature at Lenscratch.

Thursday, September 11, 2014



The apple’s heart is a pocket
and though it brings the future
it also clasps space

In the way that the between-tree-space
contributes to the trees and dictates light

what isn’t here
is here

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Green Bins

Green Bins

The watched tomato can’t blush
in public
Give it a day and until then, leave it alone

Until then, we can work on our choreography for trash day
Green bins, everyone,
tip them back onto their hind legs
Help them rear up

in the moonlight
with all manner of spiders
that we cannot see hitching rides on the bins

Morning, we will saturate you with what we want
Morning, you let us gather you up like wet clay
Morning, we can pet the garden’s head and let it drink

I tell the roses I am disturbed by their punctured leaves
like petals of lace

Clearly they are being eaten
but what tremendous shadows they are responsible for