New Poem: “You Wanna Talk?” + Update
New poem featured @
A Cornered Gurl on Medium
#Poetryin13 Anthology Vol. 1
I have some micropoems published in a new anthology.
New Poem in “Briefly Write” Webzine
New Published Poem
“Fragments of an Inevitable Collapse”
that glimmer in your eye
was terribly soothing
Brunch is just a fancy word for sleeping through your alarm clock
taught to wear
resiliency in braided hair
Hello, 37: A Birthday Poem
This year most of
the world walked
a bit in my
self-isolation moccasins
Grrr-ipped: A Poem
Understanding
isn’t something
I can grovel for
Notice a Pattern
Yes, there are dark corners
to cling to
I Hate This Dream
on a crumbling seawall
you wanna talk
ultimate dreams
Elliott
There’s a way back to blue
& to you, but we couldn’t
remind you in time
Prose-Poem: The Placing
The green of the air.
The scent of choking desert.
Movie Mothers
I want to call you up
and say that every
movie I watch lately
stars you.
Motor
Now my mouth doesn’t know what
my shadow is saying.
The Miracle
“The miracle wasn’t that the statues were crying;
It was in the amount of people who undoubtedly
believed that they were witnessing one.”
Harlequin Frames
while deciphering spatter, I remember
your squinting, your pondering,
& the magnetics of twiddling fingers
Postcard
There is no
resolution
or solution
when a ghost
hops time zones
Thus Far
the cerebral rattling
has ceased,
broken through
the attic static
I’m Re-Watching “Jem” As An Adult Part I
There’s no better time than a lockdown to rediscover your love for an old cartoon you watched as a child.
We’re Learning That Time Is Making Us Miserable
Why keep ourselves so constricted to something as meaningless as a clock right now?
Fly-By: A Poem
The room holds its breath
as slate blue mother rises
to this glorious occasion
#NaPoWriMo: Day 30
dawn rises
singing her canticles,
touches the killing fields
#NaPoWriMo: Day 29
I am clinging to
memories of
blue parakeets
lullaby-ing me
to sleep
#NaPoWriMo: Day 28
Glacier blue walls
and the autumn
scent of spiced apples…
means I’ve woken
up in Michigan.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 27
the dancers become flames
devouring my heart
#NaPoWriMo: Day 26
conversations about hips /
conversations about
catching up
#NaPoWriMo: Day 25
a verbal knife wound
twisting
every fiber of my being
until I’m
scrubbed raw
#NaPoWriMo: Day 24
…voice the scraping metal
sound of teeth
on a fork,…
#NaPoWriMo: Day 23
the dandelion fields
hold splendor
& the May sky speaks
#NaPoWriMo: Day 22
Odd half-smiles
and congratulations
are thrown about
like the farewell rice.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 21
A cherita.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 20
Never question
me beneath moonlight,
or in the throes of battle.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 19
Nothing protected us then,
& we’re so much more
vulnerable now…
#NaPoWriMo: Day 18
my sister is
scarred and I
can count
her rib bones
like pick-up stix
#NaPoWriMo: Day 17
I used unraveled
tapes as ribbons
for the gift box
I put my heart in…
#NaPoWriMo: Day 16
One spark for life
and pale ash skin
becomes brazen.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 15
One can grow accustomed
to disappearing acts
#NaPoWriMo: Day 14
Some faces stay
with me, like a
mountain view
Thinking about Powwows During a Pandemic
It’s springtime in the middle of a pandemic and between the hand washing, concern, disinfecting, and time spent in prayer, I’m thinking about powwows.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 13
There were many terms for what happened.
#NaPoWriMo: Days 1-11
#NaPoWriMo 2020
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