Poetry

Hiding Below

You commented on the bags under my eyes I said “thank you, they’re designer” And I meant it Because I designed them myself With...

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Dusk falls in the night with no end

Hours slip by ticking Out cells of my eyes One laborious, one Yogurt, wet, heavy Slides thick like thighs Waitout the drumlike Dance of...

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The State Of Us Women

Young ghosts comb dreams so vast they splinter in twelve and are bruised irregular by twenty. Your age is the number of stars that have...

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Anarchy

I am anarchy in your pacifist bed I am your guilt your foolish fear love your unsated lust I am your revolution filthy riches your poverty...

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MARGARET

Within her green garden; an hedged veranda filled with buckets of lilies, sweet herb pockets, a sunburnt chandelier dimming in the breeze...

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If I Was Your Child    

Would you cover me in a coat of armor So my blood didn’t weep If I was your child Would you shield me from the dark The boogeyman...

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Previvor

Where do these women go when they die, these Women who are like me like how I used to be before I became rooted in stinkless rock?...

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Shulie

When I tell you that she is a fireball, I mean to say that she fears not the charring of cultural silks and rods, burning up oxidized...

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WAR

I can’t keep Them straight in my head anymore- The shootings. The victims. The gunmen. The guns used. Vegas. The hotel. The windows of...

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Proxy

Handpicked handmaiden, raven hair, a charm collected, jaunt in country air. Conveyed to castle, swift, by dainty, dirty arm, for sister,...

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Imagination

It was going to happen sooner or later. I couldn’t help it. I let myself imagine he was you. His hand on my hand. His lips on my...

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Sunday and Vidalia Onions

Every Sunday, before she prayed, My mother peeled three Vidalia onions For dinner, chopping them into pretty White teeth. I curled beneath...

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MOOD

she fears the dark as it consumes her slowly and then all at once trapping her in its never ending quest to seize her mind and bury her...

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When We’re Dead

How long until I forget the sound of your voice- the sunlight seeping in through your bedroom window, you telling me you’d rather talk in...

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Black Swan

I dance darkness madness insanity and fright devour calm the still the quiet the nice dread grins stoned eyes lake of lies awake while...

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Conform

I’m talking but no one is listening. Words pour out of my mouth Real words, actual words, fully formed assertive words But no one is...

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I Covered All The Mirrors

You describe the day as “beautiful” While shielding your eyes From the sun. I can’t help but wonder If all those times you called me...

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On Anons

What is a man? —immortal thing blooming legs in his rood cutout wood, her sweet cawtree limb combing the cool cucumber strands of breeze...

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Letters I Wrote to Muriel Rukeyser During My Title IX Investigation

“Speak to me. / Take my hand. / What are you now? / I will tell you all. / I will conceal nothing.”   When I was three I broke my...

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En Pointe

The dancer’s feet adapt their shape to whatever position she bends them into, And I am reminded of how clumsy and awkward mine are – In...

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Serpent

He slithered up next me, a snake looking for something to squeeze and I thought I would choke on the overwhelming odor of his lechery. He...

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Fear

We have a common enemy. It is faceless. Animal. Instinctual. It’s been hired, like a hitman, by those who know it’s power. It disguises...

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Atrophy

The gravel in her tongue atrophies along with the rest of her body, lurid and every bite in is just another bite out. There is a road that...

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On the Women’s March

Honouring the Women’s March on Washington/World January 21, 2017 Winning freedom over the Washington D.C. building tops, every mouth of...

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Forever Love

dawn’s morning light heavy dew sparkling on fields made of glass carrying my babies safe in the womb a gentle caress from my...

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STUDYING THE SONG OF SOLOMON: BETWEEN THE LINES

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his...

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