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You don’t know what you’re asking

You don’t know what you’re asking when you ask for a poem… You’re asking me to give birth on demand from an empty womb…. … so instead I do heart surgery with rusty tools. And words pick up rust like white gloves pick… Continue Reading →

Hi. I’m sorry. I don’t like you.

When I was in seventh grade, I clearly remember standing outside the doors of Clair E. Gale Jr. High before the first bell, telling a girl I went to school with that I didn’t want to hang out with her… Continue Reading →

Make America Kind Agan

I woke up this morning to Early Today showing angry mobs of people protesting in the streets. “We reject the president elect” was their mantra and battle cry. And my heart broke a little more than it did yesterday when… Continue Reading →

wip your second hand

your name became a scroll across the bottom of the screen today – followed by dead. needle. arm. and I wonder if at the moment when your second hand stopped you knew the gravity of it, or did it surprise… Continue Reading →

WiP Bonfire

you’re erased. not even the ghosted outline remains of your print on this space, and I feel like I should be standing on your grave instead of on the ashes of a life you left with so much ease… I’ve… Continue Reading →

there is no noise but in the hollow

there is no noise but in the hollow of my ear I hear the swift click of you at a typewriter. Ignoring the cold chilling London 1962 A steady drip of water from the bath breaks you — Your Children… Continue Reading →

Because it is That Fall Day

It baffles me to think that I remember exactly what I was wearing 26 years ago today. Green and black sweater with cropped jeans… tan leather jacket. About now, I was sitting in the stands at Ravsten Stadium with my… Continue Reading →

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