When a highly respected British director tells me I am not feminine enough, I do not immediately understand. I wonder if this is an
- Poetry
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Loud red, fire-engine red alarm on his arm screaming. Emergency dispatch, please send one of each: a cop, an ambulance, and a fire-truck. We might
- Poetry
once upon a time i watched and waited as mother sewed, her nimble fingers stitching the last now one, two, three stitches, and then she
- Image, Poetry
I sit cross-legged on her couch, running my hands up and down the sides of my thighs like a small child who has been asked
- Essay, Poetry
Reflecting on cupped hands and tangled limbs, the mirror will show what you missed: Wrapped under your reach, my palms remain open, legs paired sleeping
- Poetry
this one makes me think of sex and then forget again being raped in a bathroom so it’s the cigarette i might want after
- Poetry
a soft thing that purrs in your lap, a lion gently licking his mate’s genitals to awaken her, a panther pacing in a cage, the
- Poetry
After traumatic endings, there are no fresh starts. No fresh mornings, no fresh facing of the day. Your worldview changes, your face to the world
- Poetry
Empty cup that is how I think of the organ turned over like a mound of dirt, sleeping and awake, earthly exhale, between two ham
- Poetry
Elena’s Eyes When she was seven she was Queen of the Mountains. The village dogs bowed low as they lay wisps of feathers, and warm
- Poetry
She lost her shoe a convenient shoe. A klutzy sandal not sandals which would catch the eye of a man unless he were the sort
- Poetry
Empty cup that is how I think of the organ turned over like a mound of dirt, sleeping and awake, earthly exhale, between two ham
- Poetry