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excerpt from Bloom
He drives his family along the Delaware coast
to a house near Slaughter Beach.
Kids are restless, everyone hungry,
towns crawl by – Killens Pond, Big Hook,
Slaughter Neck.
A stealth mosquito trapped in the car
hungrily bites in the stale air.
I’m enveloped in damp, in my apartment
Naked, sweat rolls down my spine.
In the garden I am just as wet.
Reciting under my breath the towns he will pass –
Big Hook, Slaughter Neck, Old Furnace, Little Heaven.
I’m bitten once, twice, many times over
absently scratching my leg till it bleeds.
"These poems are direct, emotionally nuanced and visceral. Her words resonate in the brain and in the heart; her imagery is evocative and real. "
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