Selected Publications

The Poetry Review: "Corn on the Cob"

PN Review: "And what if in the end he's Just a Bird," "Two Horses," "The Worry Book"

Quadrant: "Vegetable," "Visiting the Horses" 

The Yale Review: "The Potato Plants."

Liverpool University Press: (Pavilion Poetry) My Dark Horses, April 2017.

Tall-lighthouse Publishing, The Humane Society, November 2012

The Best Australian Poems of 2015: “Oblivion.”

The Best Australian Poems of 2011: “The Humane Society.”

PN Review: “Caprice for Violin:” “Mother’s Tomato Plants,” “Mother’s Wrists,” Winter 2016

The New Criterion: “Ruts.”

The Rialto: "Horse Bones,"  "History Class," November 2016; “How to Fry a Chicken,” June 2015

The Manhattan Review: “A Box,” Fall 2016

Westerly: “Zero Hour,” Fall 2015

The Poetry Review: “He’s,” Fall 2015; “Splitting and Fucking,” Summer 2014

Australian Book Review: “A Box,” Fall 2015

Drunken Boat: “Draft of a Dream,” issue 23, 2015

The Evansville Review: “The Sound of Scissors,” Winter 2015

Verse Daily: “My Mother’s Will Emailed in pdf,” June 5, 2014

The Dark Horse: “Oblivion,” Spring 2014

The North: “The Metronome,” “Migraine” Spring 2014

The Raintown Review: “Speaking With the Dead,” Spring 2014

Stand: “Dream of a Burning Woman,” “Talking in Lamu,” “The Family Freezer,” Spring 2014

The Reader: “The Talking Tree,” “Taking my Mother to England,” Fall 2013

The Manchester Review: “The Humane Society,” Romancing Herself,” Fall 2013

Ambit: “Green,” “Skyping with my Mother,” Fall 2013

The Warwick Review: “Little Serenade,” “Mother’s Persian Rugs,” Fall 2013; “Migraine,” “My Mother’s Will  Emailed in pdf,” Fall 2011

Poet Lore: “Metronomes,” Spring 2012

Poetry New Zealand: “The Glass Elephants,” Spring 2012

Poetry Ireland Review: “Victoria Park,” Fall 2011

First Storm

When it first stormed in Costa Rica
I knew there was nothing I could do.
Our little yellow house started leaking,
all our fruit trees were losing their fruit.

The pink heliconia were battered,
the banana leaves swirled in the rain.
Where was my husband? That didn’t matter,
our tiny yellow house was starting to shake.

So I did the only thing I know,
I dragged out a chair and opened a beer,
knowing destruction will do what it will do—
I sat back, and watched what was here.