The second-place winner of our 2001 poetry contest. at Christmas I stare and stare at your daughters who look so eerily like you. your older girl seems all right, I know you’d be glad. she’s a regular kid, plays with ponies, laughs in shrieks. it’s only sometimes I...
The winner of our 2001 poetry contest. You are a woman who lusts after pink lilies, the open mouths of inlets blurred by mist. Nothing is ever simple. A man who says he loves his wife but runs his hands over you. You stamp and shiver, steam like a horse in rain. You...