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
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
A Context for Aunt Sister Of course Aunt Sister was not her name. It was a pair of overalls she wore for the family. Doctor Gatewelder, a starched lab coat … Continue reading