I find it helpful to imagine writing in a blizzard …
Alice Fulton
And where my organ of veneration should be— …
we had to read the instructions as we sank. …
It's just me throwing myself at you, …
Chandelier too full of brilliance to be indolent. …
a face stares back. …
The city had such pretty clotheslines. …
There are many opportunities here for unrequited friendship, …
it befalls us. an exchanged glance, reflective spasm. …
Everyone's spending Christmas Eve adrift …
From the guts of the house, I hear my mother crying …
For your birthday, I’m learning to pop champagne corks …
Through your lens the sequoia swallowed me …