Haibun published over @ A Cornered Gurl
“Trying to Catch Dust in a Windstorm”
Happy Halloween!
Some of my microfiction included in the “#horrorprompt Anthology Volume 1”
“Roman Candles” — An Elliott Smith Inspired Online Anthology
“There’s a way back to blue
& to you, but we couldn’t
remind you in time”
According
some cords desire to be bound
tighter, some anchors prevent
us from floating too far away
Ojibwe Prayer + Update
These days when breath is hard, when new pains & new ailments nearly overtake me, I’m finding it easier to pray through it.
Awaiting Autumn
I’m being as patient as possible
Makwa at the Crossroads
There was medicine just lying around,
2 Poems: “Anne, I Understand” & “Sylvia’s Medicine”
Anne Sexton/Sylvia Plath Challenge
I’m Looking Too Far Back
In the pink plastic pail
at the end
of the driveway,
stones and acorns
soak, sky reflections
swirl.
Systems
what is broken
are systems
Dream Vacation
30 word poetry prompt
Now Available!
Poem published in an anthology
Awaiting
Cunning raven,
sing for me
New Poem @ Fevers of the Mind
“This Place is a Sorry Excuse for a Hell”
Beached
I walk slowly,
collecting jagged
seashell thoughts
Escape Artists
I only scratch surfaces. I fear the
blood of everything.
“Angel Light” @ Fevers of the Mind
New published poem.
Two Poems in Issue 1 of Windy Knoll Zine
“Four Months in the Motherland” and
“Feast of All Souls”
Mistaken For a Flotation Device
I sit in my green gingham dress
Absorbing ocean waves through
The algal eyes of a kinswoman,
Middle-age addled & fading
Night Blossoms
another day
swallowed up by midnight blue
A Dream of a Shepherd
Greenness,
an emerald of dreams
“It Starts” @ Fevers of the Mind
New published poem.
Nude Ghoul
Her name was
made famous by someone
more blonde & more willing
to cry on command
2 Postictal State Poems: “Annual” & “Emancipation”
I’m down to
one epileptic seizure
a year & I’m
sure to make it count
“Gutter Girls” published @ Fevers of the Mind
New Published Poem
Capricious
it seems we’re floating
in barometric confusion
Origin
Yes, life eats at me
Raw, difficult to digest
The Jam Files #10 : Just For You
Your homeland stays inside your bloodstream. When you’re away from it for too long your veins begin to burn with longing.
Spring Training
I listened to recordings of your
voice on splintered cassette tapes
just to trigger a decent dream.
dagbok
a man gave me
his abduction diary
Thanataphobic
they tell me I’m still too young,
but I know the darkness doesn’t
discriminate
On the Floor of Your Apartment
Those perfect pearls imprint
an enlightened message
on my fruit-thin flesh
Good Doctoring
I pick scabs in layers
to know exactly what being an
obstacle to your own healing
looks like
Celeste
born a heavenly body
not of her own
The Jam Files #9: Hijacked
As if the body didn’t have enough foreign invaders to fight off.
Infinitesimal : I’ve Been Assigned New Limits
I’m awake
for five hours before I feel
the grinding of clouds
into my bones
I’m a Tenant in My Own Body & the Space Keeps Changing
I fought for doctors to listen to me.
To believe me.
Meta-lomania Myopia, Desolate Dystopia
my home has walls
made of sliced bread
& they’re soft &
distant enough…
Two Poems in “Free Verse Revolution Issue IV”
“The King Needed No Crown” &
“One Circle of Hell Was Hydrotherapeutic”
We Already Broke Through That Ice
You would never feed a fire.
You believe it’s better
to watch a slow burn.
Shipwrecked
we become
our shipwrecked selves
“Storytelling Season” published @ Whispers and Echoes
100-word story
Pauline
no wild stallion could compare
to that grey-eyed girl…
Seventh Generation Wake-Up Call
this distortion
was learned,
ingrained
The Jam Files #8 : A Little Life Update
When too many bad days in a row occur, I start to wonder if this is just how it’s going to be from now on.
I Invented a Moon in the Sky That Night Because it Seemed Appropriate
it’s been a long time since I’ve been
moon-touched
Poem: automatica
Sun/Fire/Star/Porch-
light is too bright.Viscous eyes.
Poetry Partners @ The Skeptic’s Kaddish
Poem collab.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 31: “Apocrypha”
silence is a form of security
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 30: “Tomatoes”
I sawed through
tomatoes in my sleep.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 29: “Lonely Letters”
there are nights
I cling to her letters
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 28: “Non-Consensual Seizure”
they slapped a lot on me, a lot
into me, I was mummified…
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 27: “Revelation”
symbolism reigns
and your decoder is broken
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 26: “Baby, This Ain’t Elm Street”
In this dream,
I’m in Nancy Thompson’s pajamas
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 25: “Seasoned”
I’m starting to love/hate
this season & its familiarity
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 24: “The Agency”
they want your
candy coated
neon blood
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 23: “Pyre”
We choke on him still.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 22: “Ningizo”
feather comfort
was my solace
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 21: “Coronation”
wobble walls enclosed me
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 20: “Funfair”
make it so subtle that it’s
subliminal
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 19: “Akashic”
There aren’t points to much,
but there are still
mountains immovable
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 18: “Heather Donahue in Voice-over”
They want to borrow
her lip shade because
it’s autumnal.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 17: “Superimposition”
Another
shadow body
atop my own.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 16: “Water Wars”
techno fevers
storm us in bursts
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 15: “Cold Snap”
The wind begs a dance.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 14: “Genesis”
someone’s made a mistake
in the matching, someone’s
cruel enough to have given
us life
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 13: “Teeter”
I’d change nothing
about your cutthroat approach
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 12: “Phantom Phagocytosis”
she never knew
how to swim
to begin with
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 11: “Father October Returns”
nothing fills the nihilist
like a murder of crows
greeting sundown
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 10: “In the Queue”
enough to
make you color it all quits / enough to
unplug accordingly /
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 9: “She Is Me”
the blind living
conjure explanations
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 8: “Marvel”
I have
paper cuts
that spell out
her name
Two of my poems featured @ Fevers of the Mind today
Two of my poems
are part of the online
“Trauma Letters Anthology”
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 7: “I Remember A Crow’s Nest”
mumbled
dream speak holds
influence
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 6: “Someone Said There Was a Blackout”
there’s so many
blowing whistles
you would think
someone would take heed
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 5: “Verglas”
and I don’t need to be told,
I know, that there are shadows
that swathe you so tightly
you don’t come back the same
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 4: “Yoke”
crush the lilies lest
they possess you
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 3: “Shedding Lessons”
a fear of bathrooms because
every time one exits
there’s a cop standing there
to haul your unruliness away
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 2: “Vital”
A warrior woman
slices in jagged lines
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 1: “Augur’s Ashes”
“blessed be
the eye that sees”
Remnants
The wall is where we’ll hang
it. The empty space in the
living room where only the
dead spend time
The Jam Files #7 — “The Void is Abysmal”
I’ve tiptoed out of the world.
Abandonment Echoes
weaving a tapestry of truth
in a code only familial tongues
can decipher
Anthology For a Friend
Now available.
Visions Again
Lie awake, craving the taste of lakewater and the scent of September rhubarb.
Struck
A speck in your space.
Felt musical. Might delete later.
Cover of “Yesterday” with Annie
This Is
I am a burden with a mouth.
It Washes Away
Underground, like the
basements up north, cold
catacombs…
Wasting
the love medicine is too strong
The Fulcrum
there was never a
safe space for her
inside a body,
A reading of “Benchmarked”
Hey everybody! A dear friend of mine has done a truly wonderful reading of my latest Jam File piece, “Benchmarked“.
Homecoming
we spoke of another Earth
too often
The Jam Files #6 — “Benchmarked” (Vignette)
Last night I spoonfed a dying man oatmeal. I sponge bathed him even though he was already clean.
A Night On Fire
The city noise ordinance
keeps vibes low
Sea Calling
Safety in a midnight swim.
Warp Zone
teleport me to new terrain
Freak Storms
there are brittle
cicada shells beneath
our feet, i’m in them,
i’m a shade, an exoskeleton
My Heart’s Wallpaper
It’s been twenty four minutes since the last time I’d ever see you again.
And I’ll Be Whispering “Yes, Yes”
I’ll never be a famous poet
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