Poetry

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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Gin Fizzy

Smooth when your fingers run up my thighs even if there are little callouses on the tips The kiss of death from steel acoustic strings...

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Miss Congeniality

Sundays I travel it’s visiting day time to see my fair little friend who lives in a place of maximum security no chance of parole. Before...

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Distillation

20 drops per minute. Until the liquid turned vapor leaves a residue so intoxicatingly flammable, everything smells like risk. She said,...

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Temptation

moments like these make me speak slowly naked independence a modern day David salivating over a million Bathshebas naked temptation the...

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When I Climbed Trees

When I was a girl, the worst thing I could imagine was being alone yet, here I am, sweeping through each day without benevolent counsel and...

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Prosper

We raise our hands at the sound of the gun. We stand still waiting to be called on, but the race has already begun. Time ticks slowly, as...

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CAMPFIRE

We spent that first summer together hiking and camping, pitching our tent on the smooth ground, gathering wood for our evening fire. We...

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Shelf Life

Do what you want with me Run fast and hard or slow and steady I will be keeping father time so that you might forget Then you won’t have...

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INCANTATION

I want so much to serve with this magic you have given me these words that will reveal how much we have done how much we have learned from...

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Claudia

First prey then predator, princess from plague of corpses, rats — white cross/black rain. Wood rot, footsteps in smoke, cadavers...

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Thirteen

She tells him she is thirteen, And he tells her that she can keep her shirt on when they fuck. She walks by the coffee shop that is no...

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Magic

You give me so much more than I asked for I was a child once with sunshine in my eyes and dirt on my bare feet running past sprinklers...

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