The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

I Invite My Parents to a Dinner Party   In the invitation, I tell them for the seventeenth time  (the fourth in ...

from The Black Maria    Body of sight. Body of    breaths. Body of trying. Beloved, to day you eat, toda...

Talking to Grief Ah, grief, I should not treat you  like a homeless dog  who comes to the back door  for a c...

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver lig...

Visiting Hours   The government pays me nine thousand dollars a year to protect the East Wing So I haunt it. ...

Bringing the Shovel Down   Because I love you, and beneath the uncountable stars I have become the delicate pist...

The Border: A Double Sonnet The border is a line that birds cannot see. The border is a beautiful piece of paper...