originally published in Feminine Collective Agony—a gone knee Can’t bend—no way to mend This isn’t about aging—maybe about raging What stops the crazy rhyme-time? Unplug the clock Blind its ruby face Tear your eyes out if you must Choke on dust There I go again, too easy This lilting rhythm and sound Trapped by the jazzy...
originally published in Q/A Poetry when a cliché, she’s wily, cunning, crazy as a fox in her foxy coat made slyly of her own fur when not, she escapes the brush, crosses the road, cut by hunger’s knife to seek the fleeing prey when a cliché, the a gentleman farmer slows his late-model rig to spare her thieving life, impatient then for...
originally published in 34THParallel Magazine All my life I knew one day I’d sail off the edge of the world Into the mouth of a smiling dragon That’s me on that painted Medieval ship Canvas billowing Men pulling the ropes in terror STOP! But the world is flat & the wind has...
originally published in Lamplit Underground NINA’S DREAM The left eye’s pupil is sluggish I’m not sure how much you can really see Please cover your right eye Now your left And, between the two? One clear, the other distorted One gives green only, the Other, red & green Like Christmas? [Each sighs, takes a moment] Please continue One...
originally published in Feminine Collective Who may tell her story? Who has earned the right? What if she’s come and gone? Has no tongue, no eyes, no hands? Must one wear her skin, eat from her bowl Fight nightmare’s demons on her sleeping mat just to feel the Rhythm of her heart? Aren’t...
originally published in Feminine Collective The rib never fit And the apple had worms Fig leaves are for fools shaming the Triangle of life Caves sheltered as long as you brought Down your share, felled by points you Chiseled by the hour, in between Sewing skins and putting the baby To your breast— Migrations, snow,...
originally published in Wilde Boy two little circles below her elbow reach for her porcelain hand on different planes as if the arm had been held and gently turned - as if the one who touched his lit cigarette to her skin felt a bit of whimsy as he considered which spot to kiss...
originally published in Issue 1 of Crow Literary Journal, Summer 2018 EARTH'S LOVE earth’s love is stronger than sky’s paling the starlight, blanking the moon damp soil, arched ferns, and the mossed limbs of nurse logs swallow the gears of thought branches drip from last night’s rain all is wet and soft living...
originally published January 1, 2018 in Volume 3, Issue 1 of MockingHeart Review Deluge The white horse grays in the deluge Beneath of the limbs of an evergreen The red-handed woman waves me down She wears no coat against the cold, her rubber sandals Are what you slip on to fetch...
Find me deep in this cave Dusted with time Pull my bones from the earth Arrange them with care Grant them nakedness beneath the animal hide Despair of their silence, all those secrets withheld Examine my paintings by electric light Dream them by the flicker of fire Look closely at the hand Pressed there...