Ode to a Drum (audio only)
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I can say I didn’t kiss a stone frog
before I entered their blue house
for the third time in seven years.
Was there a plea before I said
“Do I dare sit in the ghostly chair
in a big room of unnatural things,
hearing ‘How shall I make you cry?’”
Her warmth could be in raw wood
2025
Black Virgin Mountain.
Yeah, gore, & all
the damn vagaries
2022
Last night, I visited a captivity story.
I was sitting in a lean-to made of bark
with Ella Ruth, both of us teenagers—
her ebony skin, her black hair touching
her tailbone. I looked at her hard, &
she came back to sit beside the fire.
2020