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”
Writer. Demand Poet.
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”
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”
Say hello to her, the person
Who entered,
You see her now? The chubby
Middle-aged
Lady in clunky boots with
Gray streaks. Greet her since
No one seem to have
As yet.
Hello lady: Sorry.
I didn’t see you there.… Read the rest “Chubby Lady”
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”
April 5 Poem
I have to leave now but
before i go you need to
hear me say: never will
we ever be here again. #loss
return we may to this
cafe to this table to
this conversation, but
not … Read the rest “I have to leave now”