Some women have dreams Of weddings and bows But I dream of love and Men I do not know And with stubbornness They find no escape Between the gap in my teeth. Image credit.
I know now, I wouldn’t stumble on your name. The phonemes would slip, unrequited perhaps, from my mouth in an exasperation of air if you walked through the door. All because I truly cannot remember the last time I saw you outside of my mind; a palace and prison. I do not think my heart … Continue reading Widowed (Pt.2 of 2)
There is always one. One you must write about to forget. One who on most days has retired in solitary confinement somewhere in your temporal lobe. Until a scent, sight or song draws them out; their face perfectly clear as if bathed in sunlight. Eyes sparkling, your knees trembling. Yet the more I write about … Continue reading Widowed (Pt.1 of 2)
We kissed, we wished, In a faraway land, Our initials embedded in a tree, Once upon a time, I Loved, mothering, Our love, our doves, Hidden behind the leaves, Once upon a time, you, Drew in a breath, so deep, Crying in admiration, Love, And delight caught us fleeing through the forest, Once upon a … Continue reading Once Upon a Time
Illusions have been painted upon my skin. Etched. Itching to crawl deep within. Photographer: Khusen Rustamov
I was told to write about March madness, but all my mind mustered was the madness I felt in March. The Egyptians cured illness by bleeding the patient, opening solitary veins, letting them speak and scream. For weeks, my words have been latent, poetry being mean, keeping me keen. My eyes, ears, nose … Continue reading March wants blood
Upon a boat of misery upon the deck of purgatory tumbling back and forth rocking widths and lengths below leeches lurch for lust below tentacles twist for trust cracking and splitting choppy foundations smashing a storm brewing an albatross squawking warning the end is nigh the beast sent the sails crashing into … Continue reading Sea Monsters (2010)