Excerpts
Sisterhood of Dirt
Can We Meet Again?
Like So, Like So
Boy Leading a Horse (1905)
East Across the Atlantic
3 White Witches
The Fabulous
Us and Flowers
Coyotes
A poor chorus has gathered behind the hill.Too close, scathing,The shrieks and criesScratch the clouds from the stars—Rain-softened scabs.The moon bleeds and seepsInto parched grass.