Ballad of the She, at Bad Lilies

Polaroid, at Times Literary Supplement

Warriors, at Punk Noir Magazine

Notes from a Moon Station, at Poetry Film Live

Things, at Poetry Foundation

The Elements, at Poetry Foundation

Outcome, at Poetry Foundation (audio)

Testament, at Poetry Foundation

Springfield, Virginia, at Poem of the Day

Virginia Arcady

My muse walked up from the creek,
taller than a man in the speckled shade.
Crayfish imitated tiny stones,
and the brisk water played.

Reckon she was a muse, being so
ringletty and fair, with a child’s eye.
In her headdress, bitter living grapes
nest in the wild vine.

We walked up from the bottom fields,
apart by arms’ length.
She talked low, reproachful, pretty:
said I don’t love her enough.

from Sunset Grill (1993)