feeling it night after night unsleeping this thing is my home no sentinel loft or fix in it come shuffles shingles what may it makes a flood of gunk, prose of bugs the shape of tongues the tape is blue it tapes the rain it makes the cold a floor it shores account it amounts and amounts
The find is a finding
I have avoided the press and it shows. I have not published anything. I come home to watch the walker walk up & down a narrowly green lawn. I strum sometimes with a burgeoning purple that goes brown. My collapse, once assumed inevitable, is narrowly greening. So it’s so. I think I can report Being pregnant is …
Bunny Blues
Before I had Tilda, I came home to an empty house between 6-8:30. I laid down and turned on the television and thought about the books I wanted to make or that I should be making. Sometimes I made books. Sometimes I just shut off for an hour or two. During those hours nothing and no …
6 months
New chapbooks from the LRL Textile Series!
New chapbooks from the LRL Textile Series.
Bad Mommy
This is the fridge and. This is where the bottles go and where the wine is. Here’s where and how you will sleep. I hope you sleep. well. The word for what gets taught is curriculum, yes? not curriculum but content. not content but value. ephemeral. wind. when I blow hard upon her face, she squints and it is little …
You are my Alligator
Baby Sonnet
here here here is baby way too mired in rubber rings and leftist leanings: meaning she’s rolling over now. A little gyre of hands and legs and head proceeding fitfully into history. Spitfully. It’s writ on the rags of overwashed elephants and throwaway pinks and the bunny infantry (could I) would I curb this development? …
my uncapped chimney
10:04 AM I touch my anger and it is an apple. It is a heart. I touch the heart of my anger. I light the lamp inside the seeds. In the lobby, I wait out the dedications they make to uncle don. While my kid cries in the lobby. The apple is an orb. The …
Dove Song (started in 2011)
This Song for the littlest steps of dove the dove of my blouse is dirty my house is dirty the parlor is a dovemouth, off-colored with dust and whatnot. The dove of my treading is dark and picks things up like bread. My dove does the doings and receives the news rolled up and wet and …
Note 6/2
Smoothing the waves of worry / ironing out the exigencies / sewing to / bone folding one over another / making a uniformity / making a stack of uniforms / straightening stack / the “lack of” fabric being ordered / being new sheet / enveloped / thus a system as whole breath / cut up / straight …
Note 6/1
May Baby Pictures
3 months & 8 days older
Some of it is an onion to the extent that crying is nigh. Crying is high. It is both imperceptible and imminent and arranged in off-pattern jazzishness. A little uh-uh-uh / aaaahhh-ahhh. & come I hither in a glaze of unctuous loveydoveries, buttery buns, something’s got to smooth the rough pits in my honeycomb. my bunnyloam. my …
April Baby Pictures
First Day Home
We drove slow. We ate on paper plates. We silently panicked. We didn’t quite freak out. We weren’t there yet. But we were getting there.
Friday the 13th
Tilda was born after 2 days of kidney stones, 19 hours of induced labor, one epidural and 1.5 hours of pushing. At 2 weeks early, she was 5lbs 15 ounces. These pictures were taken the next day.