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PoetryChanging Shapes of Rain
Comforted by the rough of the stucco wall, my back leaning on the hint of dew as I watch the moon hide out of…
PoetryIn honour of pets
who sit with understanding. Focused, iridescent eyes attend to your wet ones. Well-timed hops on your lap, headbutts; well-placed paws, chins by thighs on…
PoetryExhibition stand jewelry
hammer apple peacock tank poached | raisin leather defunct traction capstan | boulder frack inflate piss ratchet | your anus above me like a…
PoetrySeptember 19, 2020
For the umpteenth time this mangled year she asked me why I was crying mama what’s wrong mama the coffeepot was sputtering vainly promising…
PoetryKiss from God
A small shiny insect crawled methodically across the clean, white sheet of paper, trying to crawl across before I stained it with my useless…
PoetryWitnessing
It was by no means coincidence that a tortoise the size of a manhole cover walked out of the open desert and into the…
PoetryCoupling
Strangers We never shared the same space; circumstance kept us apart. We passed so close I’m sure we must’ve touched on some level, but…
PoetryHow old do you think I am?
My grandmother asked. I was six years old and thought she had met Abraham Lincoln. An old beach photo caught her in sandy ankle…
PoetryLiberated Me
I buy my own groceries, fix my own meals, wash my dirty dishes: what more could a woman want? She might want a stiff…
PoetryEdwin
Edwin was going bald in high school. Don’t ask me to describe him. Just take my word for it. He was not handsome. The…
PoetryHer Knickers
gust on a carousel, revolve in Summer sun as she kals to her mam on her doorstep. Blown me nose on more material. says…
PoetryA Love Sonnet Written on the Occasion of the Death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg
I won’t accept death delivered in prose. Darkness fell twice tonight; can we still know what’s real? Give me your hand and we'll compose…