The Blue Pitcher

that which may be filled and emptied

Month: May, 2015

from “Downtown”

This poem is writing itself.
The poet is walking along the avenue with the Americans. She is kneeling in the street.

She has made mistakes.

This poem is not one of those mistakes.

from “Downtown”

Come on over, honey. White people needs prayers too.

from “Downtown”

In this one it’s 3 am, and Simon has brought his horses into the truck stop.

from “Downtown”

We must become different.

from “Downtown”

Heart. Crane.


Turn around, bright eyes.

from “Downtown”

in which I drink rainwater because I can’t find coffee


turn left

Spring, feverish

poem was here.

wind carried it off.




40-28 (scary!!!)

I could go on forever.