Between those trees, I first felt it / like dusk or the roil of the astral body down the thumbs-width tunnel between dreams: / The dark horse-bites of men’s glances—For the Love of Three Oranges, November Butterfly (Saddle Road Press, […]
Here is an image of a flower’s flower, replete with “sinuous rills” to borrow from Coleridge (Kubla Khan). We all get to be Georgia in front of a flower, inhabiting her eye for a fractionally inspired …
In good company with many a girl poet of my generation, I remember (at the naïve age of 19) stepping out of the pristine order of Plath’s poetry and circling her life, which really meant …
“…the reverse birth image never left me, of petals, hummingbirds, and Marilyn trying to breathe…”-- Marilyn, Arriving: Collage, Astrology and Poetry (Feral Mom, Feral Writer) November Butterfly (my first poetry collection, Saddle Road Press) comes out …