bias pleats
all the boys liked to grab
sarah’s boob one or
the other
when they passed her
locker like
she was a sideshow attraction
a free one
they’d honk the flesh like
an old car horn
some even making the
arrrooogah… Read the rest “bias pleats”
Category: poetry
Return Address
The return address gives me pause.
It’s not the name, not the street number
Not the color of the Sharpie ink.
I’d forgotten the lean of your
Hand. That is,
I didn’t forget it. I’d have
Known it was from … Read the rest “Return Address”
Getaway
Let’s go on a little
Getaway, a little road trip, let’s
Escape the ho-hum, hum drum
The wires, the cables,
Electrical charges, the
Notifications the reminders, let’s
You and me just
Getaway from it all let’s
Dive into the drone … Read the rest “Getaway”
The Wilderness Inside
Arriving at the fair, this annual trek we
Take to the hills of central Connecticut
I marvel again at the size of the whole
Ordeal, the mounds of raw chicken
Cooking in even rows
The art projects
Sorted by medium… Read the rest “The Wilderness Inside”
Identity is a Broken Hinge
Identity is a broken hinge on which
The closet door of self hangs
The loose screws gasping to hang on
Exhausted sheet rock shredding,
Lost in a memory of its former self.
A cry out! Ayyy me! OH the
Agony … Read the rest “Identity is a Broken Hinge”