Poetry

The civilization of panes, soundless stir beyond glass, it can get you, the way everything moves and moves out there while here is solid stillness. I'd never dare imagine all this house contains, but I know beyond doubt how it keeps me courteous, unbold, that oaken umbrage, fission of mirrored air. Room to room, hall…

That reminds me. I read my name in the town ledger. Workmen stare at me from their shovel blades. It's out of the question, women won't touch me, they draw      their nets across their heads, they walk ahead of me a hundred yards. Even now I am standing in paint. I tried getting work. It's…

Down on my knees again, on the linoleum outside room six, I polish it with the scarlet remnant of Grandpa's union suit, and once again Grandma Fry looks down on me from paradise and tells me from the balcony of wrath that I am girlhood's one bad line of credit. Every older girl I know…

As if bone spilled down the stairway of a long night her marble dress unfolded the seven sevens of light. We had come to see the saint. And on a weekday, only a few of the penitent in the back pews kneeled, old women with the blue of sin already seeing through their hands. It…

Despite the trouble, I decide to see them right away— these lights, perhaps they are someone's eyes. For my part this spade has proved more useful than an instinct—I had no idea I was going to crawl from such a small space. Whoever wants butter and eggs and soy and corn, a radish, a tomato,…

The body is the herb, the mind is the honey. The heart, the heart is the undifferentiated. The mind touches the body and is the sun. The mind touches the heart and is music. When body touches heart they together are the moon in the silently falling snow over there. Which is truth exceeding, is…

She wondered how to make the new faithful to the original. Everything seemed so much itself, and already something else. Life became thicker and thicker over time. My fidelities to her and to the whole place became extremities of the same god. While she heard voices I was swooning, there was this seduction by the…

We come to each other exactly at the center, the spine of ample fire, and suffer to be revised. Stay with me. Weren't we promised the sheer flame, bright change so clean even our clothes wouldn't smell of smoke, not one hair of our heads would be singed? Yet, just now, didn't the tongues slip…

The long-distance connections fade and rectify like wind tracking the filaments of wire through the echo of the tunnel, the emptiness and silence pushed on up ahead of the great green toy trains rattling and grinding to their stops, so that the notes have to rise even higher, toward ignition, as electric as the switches,…