Poetry

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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Hummingbird Burial

We find it too late. Its beak, a delicate sword, stuck in our patio screen. It should be buzzing, vibrating. Searching for the sweetest sip...

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Openhearted

Oh, precious heart You don’t fool me The soul is ethereal and the eternal optimist Limitless in its devotion Funny how much it can...

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WASTE

My thoughts are eternally submerged in a mire of self-disgust. I watch, aloof as the filth of this cruelty is accumulating around me,...

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Why Did He Stop?

I ask myself a lot  why did he stop? Did I make too much noise? Did he hear other boys stir, their sleeping bags flop, anticipating...

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Dear Limbo

Last life I danced on empty pages waiting for love a solo ballet an unfinished symphony tormented by silence sadness madness I ripped queer...

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Some Fellas Love

Some fellas love a gal a good old fashioned gal a pitter patter nice to meet you pin up doll pin down plastic eyed baby bitch ass wipe butt...

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Sometimes He Sang

Sometimes he sang— head thrown back, the pearl of his throat offered up to his sometimes queen, passion spilling from his mouth like...

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Home

A fairytale this thing called home: a shrine they keep that you’ve outgrown. They lure you back, a feast, homemade, with sugar cookies,...

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The Hungering

She does not notice him watching her with her friends. At late o’clock he swoops, grinning, then kissing her intently lotharioesque,...

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Waves

Another wave hits the shore. It scrapes the sand and I think that perhaps it’s wanting to be home. My mother always used to tell me that...

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I Don’t Want People to Talk About Me the Way They Talk about Dorothy Allison

Woman with crooked teeth smashed one over another from an accident causing neurotic self-awareness.   Woman whose belt loops have come...

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