Our voices press …
Annie Finch
What happened when he grabbed me at the root? …
Chestnuts fell in the charred season, …
These are the seasons Persephone promised …
If we change as she is changing, …
Sir, I am not a bird of prey: …
I picked my way nearer along the shocking rock shelf, …
Maple leaves turn black in the courtyard. …
Ours are the only mouths …
You may hear that your heartbeat is uneven …
That hour-glass-backed, …
Moon has dusks for walls, …
My mind hovered over my baby, like …
In the season leaves should love, …
She turned to gold and fell in love. …
Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing, …