the rhythm changed, so I went outside
Sitting in the wicker chair on the brick porch is mundane, a million porches attached to a million houses, and out of those million there’s probably too many like mine, […]
Sitting in the wicker chair on the brick porch is mundane, a million porches attached to a million houses, and out of those million there’s probably too many like mine, […]
I knew a lover once named Spring, fickle and free, lusty and oh so lovely dancing beneath a shower of apple blossoms, skirt woven from blue fescue and sea oats, […]
Lesser creatures desire dignityeven though they may not speak muchand may not move more than an inch from their origin, yet still, there is some comfort in the closeness of forgetting,in […]
sleep, they say. You’ll never sleep again, so you should take this time and close your eyes but the laundry is tumbling in the dryer, and tea is steeping, a […]
sliding into morning, smooth skin into the unbroken surface of a still, cool pond water as glass, flat, clear, before the rippling of movement shakes the wet reflection and the […]
in a monotonous cycle from day to night to day with no concept of the changing hour, only a dream of real sleep and an hour alone, not peppered with […]
My body is not my own. Imminently, a world is changing, intercepting another life made within life, and waiting to live without tethers even in delivery, the body does not […]
from the college archives, – october 26, 2009 – sliding down a creaking window, nothing to hear after the death rattle of a few pale stars winking off a street […]
too many shameful excuses, far too many too many to make up for the cycle of neglect, too many sorry reasons for why the poet has not written when her […]
The difference between “crisp” and “cool” are almost indistinguishable but the difference lies in the silver lining on the clouds, in the haze over lazy rooftops crawling along the high […]