Gendered Self-Destruction
Your waste is
wine coolers, merlot,
minty, thin cigarettes—
set sexily in a delicate holder.
Category: Poetry
Potter’s Field
(for my sisters) Standing here in the glistening grass a new morning is breaking over this potter’s field* Thoughts and words flutter like ghostly birds flying out of ancient trees And I say to myself It is unmarked and well it should be- because over space and time naked screaming Read more
Phantom Heart
Lover your name is true. I see you beyond what has been ingrained honeyed words drip from your lips, drop into my dreams. Beat on for me, I can hear you in my heart. Sigh deeply suck me in. Spin a web of wishes around the sincere fantasy. Exhale the Read more
Smiling Away the Dark Prana
‘Dark Prana represents all of our habits and thoughts we have developed throughout our lifetime and it is always running in the background. They surface from time to time, often when we least expect them. We can be overcome by these thoughts and actions if we do not allow our Read more
Chaotic Inspiration
A photograph, miraculously taken of a star’s birth, taken just when that star ripped itself from absolute chaos (near the constellation of Sagittarius, my birth sign) an undeniable thrill, this sign – a star born at my sign Scientists become poets, (a rich and powerful dichotomy) describing a supernova explosion Read more
Pillow Talk
He used to bring me into the bedroom to talk. He knew I liked to talk and that my mother and grandmother were terrible listeners and so he knew all I wanted was an ear. And so he’d let me talk and even better let me ask questions. What’s that Read more
Cleaning House
(For my sisters) Familial alarm clock Mercilessly screaming the Blood red fingers of time Forces you to strike Back and embarrass it With a slap of your own As your stinging waking eyes Look at molesting ashes In an abusive urn Being spread out Dream like By your hands on Read more