Poetry

Autumn in the Air

Autumn in the Air

It’s my birthday, so we went Up.  Arriving at dawn Baskets Ready for some hot air Our chariot awaits Heat rises On our way Fire ball A smooth ascent Foliage Trees and basket High over the highway Balloons in the distance North Face advertisement Back […]

The Great American Eclipse Preparation, Part 2: We are the Dreamers of Dreams

The Great American Eclipse Preparation, Part 2: We are the Dreamers of Dreams

First: you know how you hear stories of people who try frying turkeys during Thanksgiving and cause an explosion? Or Meth producers who blow up their homes?  Like that, you risk catastrophic consequences if you go staring at the sun willy-nilly without protection–or looking through […]

Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?

Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?

Though I generally resent most advertisements as trite emotional manipulation, I really love this Volvo ad.  But I credit Walt Whitman’s Song of the Open Road more than Volvo… and Josh Brolin’s voice as narrator. It captures the magic of being on the road, a beloved […]

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro

I recently had to write the yearbook letter for my graduating 5th grade class. Though I love to write, in general–mostly because I’m not that great at speaking but always have a lot to say–the prospect of translating the internal world… to words… with a deadline […]

<i>Abandoned:</i><br>Halcyon Hall/The Bennett School for Girls

Abandoned:
Halcyon Hall/The Bennett School for Girls

Raising Statues to the Dead by Louis Daniel Brodsky From this grassy vantage where I sit, Watching students pass, in twos, threes And singly, through lilac and redbud hues, Like colors escaping a coruscating prism Or balloons lifting vertiginously, My shadow casts its stolid mass. […]

Dia de los Muertos

Dia de los Muertos

For Joseph Henry Piecuch, 1979-2014 People can live in your mind–nourished, lively, protected from violent forces like time, distance, and reason. They bolster an assortment of ideas: Hope, love, fate. Woven to these forces and ideas, they become one, powerful and purposeful, an extension of […]

♕ Fruit Poetry ♕ by <i>V.V.</i>

♕ Fruit Poetry ♕ by V.V.

Imagine being the first to discover an orange accidentally piercing a thick, dull rind inventing a word to describe the burst a word to name the stickiness on your palms the stray rind in your teeth that tickles your tongue. Imagine the peachfuzz of a berry as […]

Vegan in The Bronx

Vegan in The Bronx

While taking a botany class all-week at the gorgeous New York Botanical Garden, I thought it was fine time to do some blog reporting in the northern-most borough of New York City. The Bronx. The Bronx has a handful of vegan gems, mostly Rastafari-owned Ital […]

Here Comes the Summer

Here Comes the Summer

Last day in May, the afternoon: remember? Black marks off charcoal from the dune: remember? I thought it wouldn’t be too soon; we’d wait at least until its June. The twenty-ninth of March it rained: remember? You looked so sad that I explained: remember? You […]

Memorize a Poem: The Genius Of The Crowd

The Genius Of The Crowd [Charles Bukowski] There is enough treachery, hatred, violence, absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are […]

Summer of George: Cringe Reading

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 […]

Cleopatra

Cleopatra

I am used to being treated so not having to don the awkward weight of a jewel-crusted crown convey to you my color cut clarity succinctly directing your eyes to mine violently grasping, ocular assail you cross off my name in M.A.S.H. push me to […]

Black, White, Red, All Over

Black, White, Red, All Over

he was in Iowa with us in all the nothingness in the dark the subtle horizon of corn fields light like a horror show he was in the air sandwiched between two semi’s our headlights illuminating his name him crawling out the grey holes alive […]

Handicapped

Handicapped

My constant and careful deliberations often sour sweet fortuity, clamp my moving parts Internal exertions, the push and pull of thoughts the psychic cardiovascular activities bring outward motion to a halt an imbalance that attaches me stationary like an innocuous post-it note You’ve grown accustom […]

Simple Machines

Simple Machines

I graduated from high school many years ago. Today I was contacted by a man who student-taught in my 11th grade art class. He attached a photograph of a piece of art I had completed under his instruction. I remember the piece well (a still […]