2 B R 0 2 B

All diseases were conquered. Death was an adventure for volunteers.

A Life with Bears

I want to focus on bears. On knowing them, and on what they need.

A Taste for Lionfish

Three months is a long time to be away from the person you love.

Addendum and Other Poems

The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.

Affliction Parish and Other Poems

He tuned the future backward as he left the ringing water to reclaim me.

Another Pastoral

Tell me our species matters more, tell me that, and I, I will crawl back.

At the End of the World

This body is all I have, I say. Some days it is still not enough.

Back in 1990 No One Objected When My Students Hung Earth Day Posters All Over Braselton, Georgia

We hung our posters at the drugstore, at the grocery, at city hall. I tacked up a 1970s Earth Day poster from my mother’s classroom. We tie-dyed shirts, and I bought everyone a plastic visor to paint.

Best Advice

My advice is to take advice with a grain of salt.


We pried the last of the pallid squid from their crevices and ate them.


Bees may not be bought. Our children may never know apples.

Border Patrol

We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.

By 2050, Seventeen US Cities Will Be Underwater

I will rehearse loss until I feel it coming. Until it’s real.

Cartoon Art Volume 2014-05

Kim Warp

Cartoon Art Volume 2015-03

Cartoon Art Volume 2015-07

Cartoon Art Volume 2018-04

Cartoon Art Volume 2018-09

Cartoon Art Volume 2022-01


For years, all we showed her for her pains were two deaf ears.

Clearing the History and Other Poems

I wanted to forget my parents’ slow dying together in Ohio.

Confessions: My Father, Hummingbirds, and Frantz Fanon

Ideology, all of us inanimate in the face of the onslaught.

Dangerous Places and Dangerous Stories


I have never seen a bird, but I tell stories of creatures that walk the sky.

Drinking & Driving

Home, I thought. This was the new country I had been yearning for.

Feeding the Compost Heap

What I eat, that heap has eaten. What I like, it gets, but less of.

Flash Flood

Maybe he was preparing for a disaster that would never happen.

From the World-Womb of Our Impending Doom

The body passing through its own fires, the hard escape of it all.

Frost on Fire and Other Poems

All roads lead to Rome, but all trails take you to Oklahoma.

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