I fling my arms about myself tight around my body afraid to loosen my hold fearful I’ll fall in half…
Real
I told my friend, when she asked me What I was up to, after she told me all the news…
remembrance
I remember the day we sat on the side of the mountain and the red tail hawk stooped. We gasped…
Someone Should Have Told Us
We were lead to believe that children are for life. Fed homely images of our elderly future, surrounded by our…
Haunted
My ghosts follow me. No. They anticipate me. Where ever I go, they are there. They live in a specific…
Chords
With long, sharp knives they took his mother’s voice. Now on sterile sheets she lies silent, waiting for him. Lips…
Slow Burn
There’s a match ignited there below my throat below the earth under rotting leaves caged …
Grief is not a Process
It capsizes and grinds you. Leaves you keel-hauled bloody and breathless. It rolls in slowly. You don’t see it, then…
Little Ears
what are you saying about us in elevators checkout line movie line bank line bus what are you telling each…
Untouched
wrapped in arms and legs right words with magic curled and comfortable sliding together a spot of pressure a cold…