Bar Mitzvah
By Poetry Issue 118
I am my parents’ first book.
Read MoreEven from the Shore, Even upon Plains
By Poetry Issue 105
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture,
overtaken by another giddiness.
Winter Empties Her Pockets
By Poetry Issue 105
We will be the young tufts of spring.
My shadow will lay itself down over yours, reader.
We will not cut ourselves open any longer.