When she began to report on the world outside (first grade), strange pages came home. I saw everything all over again—the hunybee, the bootiful air, and the erthworm primitive without his “a.” Now she keeps a stethoscope in her car.…
Browsing: Poetry
Garissa University College – Kenya, April 2nd, 2015 Roused from sleep, she stands naked, voice locked in her tongue. Around her, her sisters, gripped in the chains of their eyes locked on the masked figures the long, dull…
Let’s gently unstick yours frozen to a popsicle (no more blood, please!) you insisted on a winter’s morn in front of the Smithsonian. Let’s use the Ouija board to talk to ghosts in the attic eave where we were once…
I love Bambi when a hunter shoots Bambi’s mother I hide under the seat until the movie ends My mother holds me whispers she’ll never leave I don’t know that love is my mother I only know her perfume her…
I Don’t Care that I’m silhouetted by fire or gold is the color of my back- drop. When a man drops in on me like a drink at the bar—only exotic with pomegranate juice or cassava or the acrid tears…
Face Card: Queen of Shadows Retrat de la meve germana, 1923/1926 Dalí I think you tried a classic portrait first pale face, calm eyes, curved brows & hair blushed lips and cheeks then said fuck this and flipped the canvas…
When I was young, engulfed in a hazy half-life of drug and alcohol- induced close calls, I never imagined that I would live to see children or grandchildren. I could more readily see my spirit sinking away from an emaciated…
If only I could find my glasses I could read the morning paper. Now that I have found my spectacles I am unable to read the fine print. Last week, Dr. Evans said the eye drops for the glaucoma and…
In this lingering light of a late winter against a coral covered sky. I have passed forty-two age my mother was when she died. Once so hot headed I…
When you go dancing do persons other than friends ask you to dance? Strangling words pierced lips where love, passion and need once lived. My gray crown counting each subtle cruelty. Long ago in my lover’s arms I convinced myself…