Poetry

Two Poems in Cold Mountain Review

“Large shapes move into sight and hover directly before us. The seals are
bloated and still. Rot-darkened flesh hangs from glimmers of bone; their
eyes, swollen like canned plums about to burst, stare past us. ”
— "Dream of Seals, Circling"
“I wouldn’t mind the company. Then there’d be two
of us to wait, feasting and sky-burrowed, knee to
forehead, forehead to knee”
— "What Happened in the Branches"