Category: Poetry
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 the dark. Escaping to your terrace and taking pictures of the sunset, talking with the flowers blooming in the spring. Did you know I was Read more
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 asleep aware unaware poetry bites jolted tarred black rocked revived fighting light writing dead dreams into exquisite frights I kiss fresh fear soft flesh pornographic sights Read more
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 listening. They hear different words. Different fully formed words Words they like, words they agree with Words that make their world a little easier and Read more
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 “beautiful” You were closing your eyes. Photo Credit: Gilbert-Noël Sfeir Mont-Liban Flickr via Compfight cc
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 father’s nose with a bat. He said he never had migraines before that day, but now has them frequently. Read more
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 comparison and on their own. The brightness of her spirit would put the sun to shame, Challenge even quasars to defend their astronomical power, Read more