Poems from Napashqwa
GLACIERS
Blue veins run up her fingersjust like those blue coalsthat run up her cigarettes
and like the glaciers that yearn to...
HAPPY PLACE
When I couldn’t find it in the bluerubber swings that had hung themselveswith a rusted noose from decade-old woodat the city...
SHAME
There is not a person in this worldwho would know, by looking at your outsides,your insides are convulsing with self-hate.Each...
DEAR MOTHER,
I remember as a child,watching the way father wouldtry to wrap his arms around your waist.You’d roll your eyes and pull awayas...
My Ars Poetica: A Different Kind of Animal
Nothing turns a stomach like the rancid aura that ...