Words
the form of a tempest
and sometimes it doesn’t rhyme but just seeps out like effluent washing over the cobbled streets of a town you’ve never been to and stumbling, burdened with the mannerisms of my father’s...
‘So, You’re a Poet’
Don’t read into the title, “So, You’re a Poet,” just see it for what it is. There’s no question mark, no other words. It’s...
Love letter to the corn dog at River and Woods
A bite into you
is a bite into late backyard nights
where summer breezes bring you
the scents of swaying cornfields
and the laughter of friends
and the...
hewn and hallowed
full moon poetryjagged and rawbleeding from the woundsof an ancestral saw
back and forth as it goesthrough the passage of timewith these hands, grandfatherthat cannot...
Gleti, After Al-Gharra
I am the siren that beached mariners everywhere,
the daughter of waves and of memory. -
The one who coaxed Samson out of his power.
The last...
Face The Dirt
I’m observing the frighteningdangerously changing era of anothertrembling foundation,the rapidly turning event unravel...
it seems the...
Notes From the Hanged Woman
Face it, we’re wind
From womb to the blue prom.
Remember me licking
Cream off your belly?
I swing soft breasts
Over the bones of the forgotten.
Creation and death
Harbor...
When Everything Falls Away
This is the place of the dead.
Smooth, square, polished stones stand in a meadow.
There are names carved on these stones
As if to say, “This...
Les Très Riches Heures de Susan Nevelow Mart
Susan Nevelow Mart, beloved director of the Wise Law Library at CU, is retiring. She will be missed.
The sun was bright upon us once.
We...
