Category / First Thing / Poems '18

Grooming my Demons Ruffling feathers, scabs, scales,and scutes When I’m finished with them They’ll be the apotheosis of their practice   In every house there is a cave you’d better not enter…

Box turtle, house on his back Oh to be a box turtle. Weaver bird, her nest in the trees, Oh to be a weaver bird. Bear sleeps in a den through long…