Two Poems in Foundry

When the squall line quickened, the room
became aching. The room became wool. No god was there.
(from “Downburst“)


I know, this totally spooked me up, too, but it’s the kind of image I was thinking about when I described doll hair. So.

I’ve got two poems in the latest issue of Foundry“Downburst” and “A Breviary.” You can find them both here. While you’re there, you’re going to want to stick around for a while and check out the whole issue — it’s really phenomenal, and I am grateful to be a part of it.