I know that you will come: dressed in flickering white or flowering red and blue, your face will arrive before me to remind me of the...

You freeze Caught in midair By invisible web I watch you struggle Futile, but amusing To watch your frantic twitching and spasming As you...

There's a moss-covered nest in the gutter, pressed up beneath the tiles of the roof. Three stories up, it's a hidden tower, unnoticed by...

Grandma knits. You know this. You see her in her armchair by the radio whenever you stop by after school. You wear one of her woollen...

You sit in the field behind the house, arms locked around your knees. You are far enough away to see the stars. The moon moves among them...

I have had a bad day, you say. I see, he says. His rocking chair is worn, his wrinkled fingers permanently locked around the armrests....

She often hears that poetry should be written by male poets to praise the lovely muses, female dreams of erotic desires, or by women...

"Orchids suck moisture from the air," his mother tells him. "That's why they have aerial roots." The glass bowl is large, heavy with...

wooden pearls trickle between her fingers droplets plink plink plink into silence ripples carry to the shore hugging the crystalline...

She woke up feeling like she could conquer the world. For a minute her mind soared and there was strength in her muscles, grip in her...

A movie paused in the middle of a chase becomes a tableau: grass, branches, startled deer whizzing by in streaks of light now caught in a...

I want to capture the warmth under my palm, the silence of lapping waves on a sunny day when the seagulls have flown out to harass a...

He needs new glasses, he thinks, as he squints across the room to see the line-up of jars and bottles labelled with curly ink. How long...

Walking down alleys into the old part of town, I tense. Each step sends a jolt up my spine, shaking loose thoughts and memories I would...

And so we're here. Now what? I look at you. You're smiling. Now what? I ask again. We'll figure it out, you say. That's scary. You laugh....

... is rewriting a text until it's grammatically and syntactically correct (and stiff like new leather shoes). ... is pulling an...

Surrealist art fascinates me. I come across an unnamed and unattributed work of art that looks like it has been made digitally. A...

The difference between loving the craft and loving the muse is a fine spider-spun line of cobweb between gnarly birches in a shielded...

Reeds whisper around his legs as he sheds his clothes and steps into the water, cold, unmoving. The clouds hang low tonight. He sees no...

She looks for herself in the patchwork of his face as she leans over him. He sleeps. She fits herself into the lines, his jaw, his nose,...