A poem from the Greatest Hits Music Issue

Oh, oh, baby: the door opened making new, irregular / air, startled into the shape of Texas. Blood behind each syllable, / as if my body recognized touch & pulse before a hand / had ever laid there.

A poem from the Greatest Hits Music Issue

A man is a woman inside / Waiting to come home. / A man inside a woman is / A mother-of-pearl, a wading / Handmaiden, inside a man / Made prison, prism of light. 

A poem from the Greatest Hits Music Issue

“The best of friends are sure to part one day.” / I can’t remember who said it but it’s true. I wish / the little church next door was there in person / so I could hear them singing. I really do.

A poem from the Greatest Hits Music Issue

Driving by kudzu, under oblong leaves / of live oaks as their roots knuckle up, / past the trawlers, who dredge pretty pink shrimp / from the belly of the coral-lipped sea, / war’s on, whether we say yes to it or no.