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Happy Mothers Day
I am the Budgie Baby a parakeet in the kitchen You’re my eyebrows my need wipe down the table since the sponge is already wet He met you at a church dance I met you after 3 before barely making a peep I know the world of why in the creases ’round your eye I [...]
Wordful Wednesday
Today: Lexington is a clash of urban forces: commuter, college, hospital, residential. The union of too much utility like a complex flow chart of boxes and arrows that only serves to confuse. It is here where I lose her. Tomorrow: Today she has much on her mind. Sees no one around her. Her hair is [...]
Wordful Wednesday
I am amazed by language… at our attempts to convey (or conceal) the machinery inside our skulls, the hums and gurgling, poking and prodding, the “Ma…Ma…Ma…/tugging at the shirt combination of the voice inside. And how this translates in speech, the loss and gain in this process, the words in silence, the words in the [...]
When I was one-and-twenty…
When I was one-and-twentyI heard a wise man say,‘Give crowns and pounds and guineasBut not your heart away;Give pearls away and rubiesBut keep your fancy free.’But I was one-and-twenty,No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twentyI heard him say again,‘The heart out of the bosomWas never given in vain;‘Tis paid with sighs a [...]
like hemlock
I want to believe that I am important to you and I seek indirect ways of ascertaining this. Often with much failure. Failure because my criteria exist only internally: involve counted paces, poems, quixotic declarations, movie-script endings. They ask a verbal response from a tacit inquiry. They’re rooted within a fertile mind and heart who’s [...]
Summer of George: Cringe Reading
Like most adolescent girls, my transition into womanhood, in all its tumult, is well-documented in journals, early zines and within the violent cross-hatch of hardbound sketchbooks. I took my writing very seriously as I did each individual emotion born of the marked confusion of this epoch. My 14 year-old mind, revelling in its new independence, [...]
Cleopatra
I am used to being treated sonot having to don the awkwardweight of a jewel-crusted crownconvey to you my colorcutclaritysuccinctlydirecting your eyes to mineviolently grasping, ocular assailyou cross off my name in M.A.S.H.push me to a hidden placewhere i die, resurrect, diewrapped tightly in gauzeflattening my protrusions, my real partsmend to the parameters of your [...]
Black, White, Red, All Over
he was in Iowa with usin all the nothingness in the darkthe subtle horizon of corn fieldslight like a horror showhe was in the air sandwiched between two semi’sour headlights illuminating his namehim crawling out the grey holesalive againhow we had knew himthe lady behind him knittingwe could still smoke inside thenhe dangled one on [...]
Handicapped
My constant and careful deliberations oftensour sweet fortuity, clamp my moving partsInternal exertions, the pushand pull of thoughtsthe psychic cardiovascular activitiesbring outward motion to a haltan imbalance that attaches mestationary like an innocuous post-it noteYou’ve grown accustomto overlooking the chalky yellow.
