Born with this big bundle, bursting and chattering, scattering love like dropped petals from wildflowers, carelessly and carefully. “Look what I picked for you, Mommy!” From my hot and sweaty hand she takes them, but later I find them withered…
I have been spinning my poor-me’s into gold for all the days I can recall. And using that gold to buy everything that I can hold. But there is more to spin each night Rumplestiltskin. I am standing in the…
Hands bound, spread eagle America murmurs a safe word, Liberty but the rape (consent now withdrawn) commences. America struggles gagged her eyes pleading as lawlessness spreads and permissions fall slapping her faster than vanishing web pages With each angry thrust…
I’m haunted by words I said yesterday they won’t let me go. Promises, vows, intentions, blowing the curtains on a windless night, but they’re just the soul of a dead decision. I’m afraid nothing is so simple. To fall in…
Walking the garden streets in fall colours kaleidoscope in misty tableaux burnt red of dogwood, yellow ash. The fog clings to a thousand depths of green. Blossoms of beet juice bloom impossible dahlia blades. My eyes drown in the dreary…
I am going to take fear out back and shoot him. Stand him up against the shed and blow his fucken head off. I want to see his brains scatter gritty and grey like a cremated body. I am so…
The long cold silent winter stretches out like a thin blanket on a loveless bed. I trust that there is life there – a barely beating heart in hidden leaves and sunken acorns frigid bulbs. It’s the silence that deafens…
My lips shall not speak a resolution this year. Instead they will whisper a prayer kiss a hand press it to my cheek. Bereft and longing but I cannot resolve a path – Will not resolve a path. I pick…
I am trapped can’t escape banished to the cellar steps examining my shoes through my tears. Living in this house moving room to room unnoticed singing behind the curtains floating in the bath. I am…
I peel a clementine and contemplate the world. My world. Soft little peel spongy, barely clinging to the fruit gives way easily like a thin chemise. He handed me this orange so perfect and round…
I say yes to this gift on my knees fumbling for words yes yes yes You want me this way, this madly? Then I am yours. And I say yes to this gift I didn’t…
Gnarled old thing with twisted limbs and thick grey bark. I lean on the fence watching as birds fly in disappear into the leaves reappear flustered, flutter off drunkenly. The fruit glows dark and shining like eyes across a room.…
The winter is coming the colour falls from the trees. Soon the boughs will be barren outside the window. The light goes faster, the day is gone before I know it, and the candles want lighting. I carve a pumpkin,…
How can it be? I strain to see and pluck and pull – futility – and feel the prickly little wire poke through again each week, each hour, growing like a menopausal weed upon my witch’s chin. And then the…
I am hopeful. It comes in waves. Hopeful you will discover you love me. My despair keeps crashing battering at the break wall says you won’t. But I am as hopeful as the large…
This moon this changing mood am I waxing am I waning am I full? These empty ovaries twin moons white nodules in the sea of me fireless stony and silent. My mood slithers from orbit like a cracked egg sliding…
I’m fishing in a fathomless pond reeling in six today no seven piscine quicksilver so easily forgotten dragged from depths below I remember. The water tranquil mere ripples across the deep dark green a verdant vast pool of whispers and…
If I were to lose my nouns now as many women do what would become of my poetry? It would blow into nothingness a silent storm waving beyond air-tight windows. But I am blessed. As the hormones rearrange my brain…
I did not love you well enough or deep enough. I held back, disdained. And now regret rains on me for there are no further years to fill with opportunities for sunny affection or daisy days. I cared. I took…
I am weighted down by the beauty of the full-blown bush. Once upon a time I grew a rose but snipped its buds in their rolled and soft perfection. I prefer the unbloomed rose before it opens and begins to…
Because the insides of my ears are wet I put down my chore and heed the Q-Tips’ call. I must swab out my canals while the wax is soft, and dry them so the wind no longer tingles through cooling…
The long cold silent winter stretches out like a thin blanket on a loveless bed. I trust life is breathing – a barely beating heart in hidden leaves and sunken acorns frigid bulbs. The silence menaces me. No birds no…
I watch the winged drown in the cider trap feel a tinge sorry for their floating bodies no longer flitting annoying gnats helicoptering the tomatoes the pears the compost bucket. I rationalize that their last moments were at least debauched…
I flee outdoors to the sun. Cold in California where the altitude or latitude or some other damn thing like oceanic air renders caffeine neutral in my blood. Chilled and drunk on words from my host’s stack of books unread…
Just wanted to say, on this fine dull morning, how yesterday you sat at a picnic table grinning at me from a face I’d never seen. And you reached out and into me and expelled an obsession taxiing there for…
“Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was right, then the other one was the left, but he never could remember…
A Spaniard in the Works I sold it not worth much now on eBay Sorry Would you have kept it? You bought at the United Cigar Store a yellow lion coin bank honeysuckle incense cones and a tiny carved box…
Born with this big bundle bursting and chattering scattering love like dropped petals from wildflowers carelessly and carefully. Look what I picked for you, mommy! From my hot and sweaty hand she takes them, but later I find them withered…
The tide is turning and in the draw the green frothy murk of the undertow. I see the flotsam of his needs scattered, the sad rotting angels swirling, the helpmeet dying, the precious words decaying – what am I saying?!…
From the library I took two books one of God poems one of love. And read them side by side each day and could not see the difference. O’ that you would kiss me with the kisses of your mouth!…