It was so beautiful, Read More
gleaming huge and iridescent
gold and green and blue and black.
With wings that should have been clear,
filled with shining rainbows
In case I forget, he said, I love you. Read More
I love you, she said, as if there was no one else in the world to love.
That’s how it should be, he said, and he kissed her pink mouth with his thick, brown lips.
Because the worst thing you call a man is a girl. Read More
Because in seventh grade I asked my mom why girls shave their legs and
she said it makes us feel clean.
Because I felt clean until she said that.
Because I shaved my legs for the first time that night.
We might have been Taoists Read More
those early summer months
in the house, the loving energy
of chi guiding us room by room
as we unpackedand arranged
our new life.
Here I sit alone in my thoughts Read More
A roomful of people and I'm still alone
What brought me here I don't really remember
Maybe it was a cool Autumn's night in late September
Blistering, seething pain Read More
Lurid misery feigns
A love that would not last.
Words I cull are threaded with bits of him Read More
So savory and crude
Pieces of fat and muscle dripping off roast
And I told him the migraines are not aches
I had never been to the seaside. Read More
I knew what to expect, though.
I had a book about it.
There were lots of pictures
Grandma had wisdom to impart, Read More
but not everyone made time to listen.
She lived downstairs in her daughter’s home.
As she lay in her bed at night,
she listened for the beating of her heart.
Melodies stole their way to her
and rhythms beat a path.
Little black specs Read More
Curled hairs in a pile between her feet
A tear might have fallen down her cheek
But there was no moisture left in her body
Instead, a drop of blood fell upon the hairs [pulled from her skin]
As if in an effort to mask the results of
Gloria sat beside the kitchen window Read More
watching snow fall over sycamores
What could she hope for,
some good news brought by mail?
An unexpected call?
After punching in, she opens her Read More
register, counts bills and splits
up rolls of coins. Her arms ache
from yesterday. From pulling together
store items, piling them in bags.
Sally thought everything was Read More
up to luck and she had zero.
Her chances got swept
away with yesterday's trash.
Margie often thought words Read More
just spilled through her fingers.
It was all learned so long ago
by touch typing in school.
And I was listening to country fusion Read More
Driving a little faster than I ought from the Souplantation to home
Allowing my mind to suspend above lived experience to fantasy
Funny how these isolated moments puncture my misery just enough to inspire this
It started when we stood hopefully, Read More
with our thumbs outstretched
by an English roadside.
We were heading towards Italy and Yugoslavia
without maps or money,
or sense of direction.
I peed on a stick
…and a cross appeared.
A child to come. Read More
A child when I was told I could never have one.
I talk about the soul a lot
The soul being tarnished and how it can never return to its once innocent state
To her it felt like a Category 5 tornado blasting through her psyche without warning Read More
This can't be all there is for life. But our lives get greedy.
Hill folk understand. The very wealthy understand.
You told me that you know it's too late now. Read More
I don't know what late is anymore.
i was sexualized at work Read More
by a drunk man
who told his buddy that i had,