Writer. Demand Poet.
The thing that’s likely to kill me
One day, isn’t a wayward bus
Or a tumor in my cervix or even
An anxious suburban wildcat.
Voted most likely to kill me
Sooner … Read the rest “An Ode to The Tombstone I Shouldn’t Love”
Poem for April 1
Lying flat on the grass,
Crushing the blades
I am a bookmark between
The earth and all that is above.
“You are not looking UP,â€
I once read. “Imagine you can
Step out into the stars. … Read the rest “I am a bookmark”
At the bottom of the dresser drawer
Under a twist of bras and
Fine-enough-to-donate
Ankle socks, I found the
Liner she used to protect the wood —
Or was it to protect the clothes? —
I’m not sure. Shouldn’t adults… Read the rest “I’ve Never Believed in Heaven”
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Six pressure-treated boxes in the backyard.
Cubical quadrilaterals waiting under
A flat snow. We aren’t always a
Summer jungle of tomato vines.
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I’m writing “small stonesâ€Â as past of Mindful Writing Challenge 2014.  If you care to … Read the rest “Boxes – #smallstone – Day 3”
I keep hearing them say:
No Drama
No Drama
Yet, all our lives and all the world around is a series of dramas playing out.
Of characters passing across the thrust
Of hearts being broken and lives being twisted
Into