I tried to wine, dine, and dance
after holding your rough hands,
closing my eyes,
slaying grace.
Illusions of my upper crustRead More »
I tried to wine, dine, and dance
after holding your rough hands,
closing my eyes,
slaying grace.
Illusions of my upper crustRead More »
I feel like a toilet paper roll
on a steep mountainside-
always struggling upwards,
not moving at all.
Afraid of falling down.Read More »
Grubby thumbs, bubble gum, and tire swings
set the stage for recess- Our turn to teach.
Sean’s sitter had shown him some algebra.
Keith knew what sex was. Hazel had met God,
and Em could map the local ghost’s hide outs.
Me? I shared my expertise on hatred-Read More »
Digging through the attic chest,
throwing kisses across the floor
Digging through the attic chest,
scavenging for something moreRead More »
The fists that hit,
cuffed.
The feet that kicked,
chained.
The girl that fell,Read More »
Soft, fresh, padded arms,
never tanned, never starved,
freshly powdered, swung their way
to Grandma’s House.
I knew I visited the coolest grandmother
when my tear-free washed, towel-dried arms
pressed out against cool linoleum,Read More »
Is this what you expected?
Probably.
If childhood is war, what is life past the cusp of innocence?Read More »
pound
on
the pavement
poundRead More »
Do you imagine God used his thumbs
when he formed Adam from the dust?Read More »
Lurching waves launch up to reach
the power across jagged edges shot,
ricocheting down to kiss,
to ultimately betray.Read More »