Poetry

After the Dance

We don’t talk about the ninth, the quiet one, who followed us down the slick dark steps, who always drank the silver wine. We don’t talk about the men of how they held her in cold cold hands. We don’t  talk about the blood that dried in patterns on her skin. We don’t talk about […]

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After the Moon Princess Leaves

We walk around our house for days with an emptiness that sings in our bones. Otousan gathers the pale feathers she discarded and we weep over them at dinner, rice too wet in our dry mouths. I spread my hands over her silk robe and remember the same strange ache I felt, hefting her naked […]

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The Whalemaid, Singing

Fathoms I voyage below you, my hair the ship–snarling reach of sargasso, my flukes speeding the moon’s rise to the shore. Would you have me hooked from the water like mackerel, light as krill and cold as whiting to warm in a sailor’s arms? I sing the depths and soundings, the lightless stacks and the […]

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The New Ways

The old ways were lost on a dusty road between Orion and Abora, sewn with the splintered skins of stars, tracked in spirals, where once a small boy fit Jupiter in his eye. It became a habit with him, the vast—an ocean fell out of his mouth, and in it he rolled the planets up […]

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