Talmud is busy telling me how to make a wine sack
out of a beaver's stomach lining. Out the window
the redwood's gone. It's started to rain, maybe Adderall
in the drops, ocean is calmed down.
"Often heart-stopping, these poems abound in images uniquely unfamiliar. Not intended for the casual reader, they capture the violation of nature, free speech silenced, humanity flattened, families - and friends - failing as they often do. Yet above all, the poems are profoundly nourishing. How can that be? In part because of the poet's delicious humor, even more so that rare thing, her purity of soul, and above all, because she tells the truth."
-Merle Feld
, author of
Longing, Poems for a Life