I’m in conversation with Helen Dudley about “Reed-Song” 
her poem published in Poetry, 1915.

All day Iphigenia 
so far from the man I came to see.
Haven’t we tired of famous men? Shouldn’t I 
have my shoulders back, chin... more

17.
 

He who left home built the biggest steel bridge over the long river

The bridge was a... more

the guy on NPR says. He says that carrots are still living
when you bite into them, that they have the... more

Here Rests An Alien At Her Foreign Home. 

The internet is shit.
The time is wrong. 
No one lets... more

Rhapsody
 

I opened the window so I could hear people.
But all I heard was the wind rushing,
fine... more

it's dead at the bar so I say
"sure but I'm not in college
and I'm not wearing underwear

Dream that you are asleep 
beneath a mosquito net 
next to your mother
who is always singing. 
Forget that you are sixty. 
Time flies when... more

Pan and the Nanny Goat

                         After ancient Pompeii marble sculpture
 

The God of the Wild yanks his... more

If I put on my socks from
seventh grade
if I told you I was made
of strawberry filling would you

"Intake" and "Progress"

THE TENSION

Sliced peach cool

under fresh yoghurt,

steaming creamy coffee,

the slow, dark wake of an October... more

fire inherent spectrum

the martyr no longer I walk beyond the cradle the peach tree the... more

along with the memory

The height of fall.  The streets are buried in leaves.  Morning is rising.  Red-tinged shadows... more

MEASUREMENTS

How great must a shock be to determine X number of years? We go to therapists to answer... more

Reverse Invocation 
 

To the god of thresholds: for is it not
tradition to call upon a... more

dogged night

the moon is black

or green i go

a little nuts

flaying flowers

from the brocade

i cord the stems

&... more

Hollowing in Three Parts

1

Although it’s the last day of September and the talons of winter have taken hold... more

America

The radio is on a pledge drive

and living in America

is starting to feel like... more

Ja

I keep writing about orgasms as crying & then I think about that.
I spent too much money on... more

I tried to look / like I was looking for someone above...

"We argue about whether we should be more frightened" and "I tried to lose myself once"

Today I bought blue yarn and brand-new silver nails...

"Blooper Reel" and "A History of Sex"

"Wild Seeds of Plums" and "Old Name"