This is a photograph of the woman’s body over time. There, where she is younger, she is a river, with a river’s arms. Fish tickle the pool of her river … Continue reading
My poems wear tooled leather belts
My poems are X the mysterious unknown
The things we may, and may not, do. The words we should, and should not, say. Today the center is the right; it was left, yesterday. We are religious in … Continue reading
For today’s Tryout, Margo has dropped me off in chocolate nirvana, said “write a poem”, and split. Okay. No. That is not at all correct. She said “Today we … Continue reading
Because Aunt Sister has/had another life, away from the Gatewelders The not-Aunt Dreams of her Husband, Frank Not too many weeks or months or years (time was running together) before … Continue reading