Description
These poems bear witness to the cycles of growth and decay that make up our lives. They are the work of a poet writing with an awareness of the seasonal circle closing, for the year and for herself. They are at once fearful, fragile and fearless in announcing ‘For now, we have October?/ October, lined with gold.’ They are also homages to the dead and the dying, and a reaching beyond the veil of the ‘now’ to a place where there is ‘nothing but nothing’. At times they are deeply personal, while still existing within the mythic and the impersonal, as when the recall of a room reflects the ‘casual, artless grouping of all longing’.






Comic Poems
Collected Poems
As it Were
Gold from the Stone
Imagined Sons
Steep Tea
Luck Is the Hook
Rabbits Nap
Selected Poetry
Being Alive
Pretend You Don't Know Me
Jinx
Somewhere Else Entirely
Over the Moon