
Category: Poetry

MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF HER LIFE
She’s a shrinking silhouette. The cut-away dark around her burns. More work than sleep than fear than failing and finally (if lucky) the taste of iron and ceasefire. Give her a stone a stirrup a pocket of patches. How handy. How sweet. The drunkening cup touches her lip—too late to Read more

Happy Birthday
danced out of my mother’s womb naked cold cocooned in the afterbirth of art cord snip cut cries turned to screams soul activated why why why oh how, the harsh lights hurt this was the house I was assigned to difficult damn difficult the odd child with tangled hair pretty, Read more

Other Lies
Emotion so vibrant its colors laugh. Passionate whispers carry through the wind only to shudder instead on leaves with anticipation. The night falls silent and stars hold their breath. Broken dreams gather on the dark side of the moon. Standing still, Time holds its breath waiting while I trace the Read more

Muse’s Message
I am distant memory rising. Earthworm aerating compost in your dreams. A tunnel, torchlit. The way out, or in. The hand you squeeze for comfort. The hand that slaps your face. Your relentless race, never-ending chase. A glass of ice water in Arizona in July. I am not a lie. Read more

The Bus Ride
Evening afoot she waits at the stop. Mind elsewhere, on her day, or merely tired, distant. Boarding the empty bus, relieved for warmth, quiet. Town’s edge – but what is happening? Where are you going? She demands, nearly screaming now, You should have turned back there! The bus lurches down Read more