Two Poems

Two Poems

You remember the ancient Egyptians lined their eyes with kohl, watching their cats watch them. They could not see the Romans coming.

Three Poems

Three Poems

Isn’t there a song that goes “mix me up with water, it quiets down my edges?” Well, anyway, there should be.

You Are Like Water

You Are Like Water

Not old enough to vote, but old enough to drive, to ride the ferry to the city alone, to bear between us the heartbeat of life, brief, astonishing, with all its oh shit and what’ll we do and what if.

Two Poems

Two Poems

Don’t act brave when they come. Don’t open your door. Change your name. Run.

Pulse Sequence

Pulse Sequence

We were looking for deer on Sanhedrin.

Ama the Writer

Ama the Writer

A stranger, as strangers are apt to do, approached.