legs thinner than sipping straws Read More
supporting a body too frail for words
strength and shine
will settle in those eyes of magma
I have something I need to get off my chest; it arrests my body up and around the curve of each breast. It is a lacy prison I will detest, I will debase, I will deplore – It’s the place for the boobs you abhor. Read More
From a sky of Payne’s gray Read More
hail stones collect on a patio.
Inside a clutch of women rise from their chairs,
open a sliding door, reach out their hands
After thirty-four years of being carried Read More
from house to house
she is nearly too heavy to lift.
You were born as small as a mustard seed. Read More
You grew and wore your battled torn scar-filled skin marked premature like it was made from cotton.
My quaint courtyard apartment in the heart Read More
of Hollywood overlooks Capitol Records,
your old label -- you and countless others.
She stood at the altar, Read More
veiled and waiting,
but he never came.
Let me tell you the freedom
in making peace with frown lines Read More
etched scar-deep into my forehead
in neglecting to shave my legs
in eschewing drugstore hair dye
At this rate, there will be nothing left for my children. Too much Read More
falling outside the body. A two-headed llama with no head
belonging to me.
Crumbs falling from the donut Read More
you’re not supposed to eat
A health regimen for your children
and their children
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.