That summer we took your father’s boat Off the coast for sunsets we smoked and called it seaweed. We locked toes, gritty with sand and...

Doll Country In doll country we are building a miniature replica of our home, a nutshell study of rooms and hallways forensically scaled...

Outside we watch tender lime leaves unfurl, new life. A small hand reaches for the copper-threaded can, pours cold water right from the...

After, thoughts, The sweating swoosh of infatuation, The gripping, ripping, ride Rolling cotton tides beneath us, Its depth unknowing We...

CW: blood Tonight, she rips the skin off the top of her hand exposing each phalange She achieves this through addition not subtraction A...

Do you see me? Alone, I am resolute Towering sunflowers, Gran’s churned butter dripping from cobs of field-picked corn, Post-it notes and...

A mother’s hands are black from planting bulbs in the crumbling soil of autumn. A bulb is a promise of tomorrow. Mothers do the planting...

Some days when my body feels heavy, I leave my heart, dripping on the countertop and walk out into honeyed light, cicada song still thick...

5 am, I79 wreck. talk radio. hope-wrangled holidays in scotch-tape and latex gloves, sailing incubators we ride these ill winds...

Decennial The superstitions I practiced kept me safe. All of the pennies and grains of salt thrown. Every wishbone that broke in my favor...

The magic mirrors distort her mind as she follows the words in her head to the merry-go- round where horses race silently to nowhere in...

Accubitus (noun) is the state of lying next to another in bed without touching / according to an 1817 medical dictionary / the word...

Only Pink Satin Sheets Are Ineffable Only pink satin sheets are ineffable And not hot pink, either, And not pale petal pink, But some...

Let’s talk about blurred pictures Steaming cups of coffee now mud foggy Brown and white dots brushed into one Let’s talk about the...

She'll catch a glimpse of herself in the glass, realise she's beautiful but know too that in her shadow a ragamuffin stray slinks down...

Daughters of We are the daughters Of sons of fathers from another land. We are the daughters of babbas who see in us the shadows of their...

The Violence of Sound Parcels of darkness take to the sky, storm warnings that strip skin from bones, swallowing the blood of entire...

Beneath the Darkness She walks the tree-lined evening way, scattering spectres of the past subordinated to her command. The animals...

The period from November until January poem for Maria Berry is deer season. which means. it’s time. to dress up. as buildings and hide...

the deadly mixture of green and black bile swamped the poor ailing liver in dark humours doing the damage bringing fear and death it was...