Featured Poetry

MoonShine

Tacoma WA, 1930

 

Jack’s face shimmers 

                                        veil of cold sweat over

the vat of moonshine, 

nose scrunched                               like the noble folktale rabbit. 

He puffs up, ruffles 

                                             small muscles in a white 

undershirt to stand in front 

of his mother, little

Poetry

They Won’t Come Out

Oakland CA, 2013

 

Auntie circumvents direct

questions. She turns the camps

 

into the mild weather today, or

a sale at the fabric shop. But 

 

when we get an Irish coffee 

or share a wine tasting she’ll let the crack of

Poetry

Only Bonnema

Edison NJ, 1996

 

     is missing 

             in this apartment. Ancient make-

                           up spread across the low bureau 

            for a makeshift vanity. I only use 

cakey blue and stodgy red. (Once, 

            I filled in a whole colouring book 

                         with just spring-sky eyelids