Ephemera

In Ephemera, winged creatures elegize and celebrate the beauty of evanescence simultaneously. The poems speak to the ambivalence of coming of age beset by the daily trials of chronic illness as viewed through the lens of femininity and love in the confessional tradition.Odysseus  Difficult to divine how you arrived,not water-doused or mail-slotted to me,but whole in your stone-centered gaze, almosttired out by your ninety days under stars.Satisfied by none, you chose me to beyour canary, waiting, green with hope for  your return. Coming home from the back-woods,you made me into your mooring, fashionedyourself into a pilgrim to my bed’sunmade shrine. I’ll make a Ulysses outof you yet. Yes, the butterfly kind, bluebody mild as the Aegean, crushing.  I will weave our dreams together: nevergo back to sea without me as your mate.