Every Woman
I like to read books
and watch the sunset
pull dirt out of sentences.
Year: 2017
Checkmate
Johnson’s eyes darted across the room. He spotted a middle-aged blonde, a teenager wearing bright, purple lipstick and a black young man who appeared to be her boyfriend. He approached them. They were huddled together weeping and comforting one another.
Garden Of Solitude
I was always choosing between a relationship and my cherished
and essential alonement
my connection to Self
denied for dozens of years
choosing validation by whomever wanted to fuck me
Waif’s Fear
Words fly on the midnight sparks
They land sideways burning our dust
I stand on the edge, my breath a stream
My step a noose, a lonely dream.
Tempter Scenario
However clear, it is
always unclear to hit the
mark of unquestioning
compatibility that will
some day make history
in the circle of
unemployed emotions
while keeping the door
unlocked, with vague
promises, unfinished
sentences, and laced with
a lingering scent of
the past
West Of The Deuce
The town was Show Low
named for a poker hand
way up in the White Mountains
of wild western Arizona
how very ironic
we met in a poker room
at the Dancing Eagle
Do I Have To Tell You?
I was so stupid when I found out I was pregnant. I had no idea. I was 14 years old.
That I didn’t know missing my period meant pregnancy. Do I need to be ashamed? Do I have to tell you how many pills I swallowed to hide my shame? Do I have to tell you how it felt to have tubes shoved up my nose as they pumped my stomach at 15 years old?
A Woman’s Choice
But in just a few seconds, the test showed positive. Yes, I was pregnant. I called my mother at once and told her everything. Fortunately, she already knew that my husband Jim and I had been having marital problems for a while and that I had looked elsewhere for sex, so she wasn’t at all surprised. Nor was she judgmental.