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The Poultry Trader’s Daughter Inherits the Business

Every dawn you’d toss the feed, your hands faithful to the good work of rising.

The Promised Land

She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.

The Recording Angel

Years they sought her, whose crew left on the water a sad Welsh hymn.

The River Merchant’s Answer to His Wife

Each night I curl my body around a small piece of silence.

The Rose Window

It swims for a while, but abandons itself, slips from its own grasp.

The Rotten Ones

We chose to stay in the brutality of that night, even as the girls walked away.

The Saltcutter’s Wife

The pain lithified to numbness, and she recalled the time of his courtship.

The Servants’ Quarters

Ma didn’t believe in slapping. It was what common people did.

The Singer with a Bad Voice

Sing so dogs bark, oxen bolt. Sing so a girl walks out on her lover.

The Spectacular

What’s a man supposed to do when his best friend is a falcon?

The Touch and Other Poems

Flies at our dinner—Won’t eat much sings the tiny ghost of my mother.

The Trees Named “Glowing Embers”

Little footage, this plot, where it thrived at first, then ghosted away.

The Wild Boar

We’d hit something in the dark which—bang!—was there and gone.

The Wilderness around Us and Other Poems

In the backyard I submerge myself in a bathtub of soil, soak with the hose.

The Winterist

Owen’s head throbbed, his ears ached, and an anvil sat on his chest.

The Witching Hour

I crouched just like my mother burying nail clippings to ward off curses.

The Woman Who Was Small, Not Because the World Expanded

This is the woman who had shrunk so small, nobody could find her.

There but for the Grace of God Go I, Tethered by Human Sympathy

Grasshoppers tumble from the reeds, snapping like electricity.

Thermodynamics

Bees kill wasps by gathering around and tightening in the middle.

They Were Like Jewelry

She’d seen snakes before, but she’d never really looked at one, until now.

Things That Don’t Keep a Lightning Bug Alive

Where my mom was wasn’t never far from the Myrtle Beach Days Inn.

Third Charm from “The Masque of Queens”

The moon it is red, and the stars are fled but all the sky is a-burning.

This Close to Dark

I could go in for some pie why the hell not, there’s so little time.

This Sort of Thing Happens All the Time

You’re standing too close to a lit house which could be yours—is it yours?

Three New Decrees

“Who is it?” Irina asked at the door. “Open up,” a voice commanded.

Three Poems

You linger in the dimming aftermath, grayer and fainter than a breath.

Three Poems

The first skeleton drawn from the earth, they called beautiful.

Three Poems

Beyond her ampleness, he stands a small man vanquished.

Three Poems

All the bears in the zoo look pathetic. Their eyes glazed, bodies lethargic.

Three Poems

Arriving on earth’s paradise, wearing only light for their bodies.