She Dressed in a Hurry (for Lady Diana)
Photo Poem MontageShe dressed in a hurry
or perhaps never wore a slip. The photo
the press loved: a girl in a skirt, distance
between her thighs backlit by the sun,
a circle of children in her care birthed
by other mothers. The obvious
didn’t escape…
Nefertiti on the Astral
Photo Poem Montage, PoetryNefertiti on the Astral
I did what I came to do. Dead, I have the luxury
to know: the locus of power is not the body,
though how lovely: my daughter’s daughter’s
etc., daughter, sitting beside the Nile, sun falling
on the brown…
Amelia
Photo Poem Montage, Poetry Blood-wing blackbird,
deserting again the nest
of spice, to burn,
in the circle of my domain:
the open miles of sky,
my body—and edges
of a stranger’s forged
wings--meeting
at the cusp of dawn,
valves sweetening....
Amelia,…