The silk nightgown hung loose ending just above your knees as you frantically run between bedroom and closet. You have a house now, all your own. And two dogs, all your own. You’re not married, but you were never one for emotionless paperwork. You have five children, just like your mother. And you can makeContinue reading “Who Were You?”
Category Archives: Poetry
Writing in the Dark
March Baba March
March towards the fiery light March towards the book burnings March towards the green pastures of the world March towards the end of the sands March towards the freedom of this land March towards March to wards March toward March to war March towards me Come and find me And I will march with you.
Tie My Laces
Drown (Or, Learning How to Swim the Hard Way)
I’m suffocating. I can’t breathe. They tell me it’s easy. They tell me it’s natural. They tell me inhale, exhale inhale deep breaths. But how can you breathe when you are drowning? How can you breathe below the surface? Wading beneath the waters, watching the colors dance on the viscous curvature, sensual mockery, “See how easy?”Continue reading “Drown (Or, Learning How to Swim the Hard Way)”
Experiment 27 ½: Rain and Washing Machines
After many experiments, I have officially concluded that, in fact, these are the sounds of the rain and washing machines as best can be represented by human speech! Rain 1. Shlip-Splop 2. Blink-Tink 3. Vavoom 4. Pink-Plink 5. Stop-Slop 6. Crinkle-Crack Washing Machine 1. Shimy-Shake 2. Sixes 3. Broth 4. Viscous 5. Seepage 6. WorcestershireContinue reading “Experiment 27 ½: Rain and Washing Machines”
Bookmark: Digital History
26 Sick Days
Dear Professor, I am unable to make it to class today because it is raining, and I cannot afford the proper shoes. Dear Professor, I did not attend class because your comments were hurtful. I hope to complete the course and attain the necessary credits from afar. Dear Professor, I didn’t want to disappoint youContinue reading “26 Sick Days”
Reprieve
blush in an impasse eyes like sunbursts touch fire serenity spirit of dreams bright cockade of affection leave naked prints stabbed panic I am healing doll eyes & you are polished scars.
