POEM ALONE

My knees still echo with the prayers I mouthed as a girl, beneath quilts that smelled like mothballs and turmeric-drenched fears. No one war...

Lulling of time  Birds on the horizon  Hopeful songs Her name is Sarah Mahina Calvello . She lives in San Francisco and writes mostly haiku,...

They drilled holes in your skull to drain the blood which had leaked onto the inner terrain slowing your steps and the steps of your tongue....

When I saw you last, we were disappointed lovers coming to grips with the sour milk of parting. We did not do it well. Since you moved back ...

          From nature’s chain whatever link you strike,          Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.          —Alexander Pope Y...

Eye sockets picked of tender flesh by badger, fox, and blackbird, head and angled body settle in a dell purpose built for the final dissipat...

I used to be the wave. The wave that thought rising was my strength. I’d build myself up, pulled by the moon — swelling, aching, just to hol...

In my mind, there’s a guard at the gate wearing a tall fur hat and a thick strap on his chin. Unsmiling, he raises his hand and warns me not...

My refrigerator gets too full with ambitious recipes and my fear of running out.   Fruit piles on butter and wine lays down cool, all ready ...

Biologists were stunned in 2024 after California ground squirrels were captured on film killing and eating voles, a big surprise from this c...