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”
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
—
My moral sensibility does not
Like to be quiet and has
A pantyhose-thin filter and
I seem not to be able to
Stop the sound wave once
She latches onto an
Bullied principle or
Bloated sense of patriotism or… Read the rest “We’ve Been Known To Rant”
—
Our girls are not
Bedrock and limestone.
Take them to the dance and
Pump them full of absinth and
They are yours. But all those
Bruises rush downhill in
An avalanche of destruction,
Coach.
Little man, you are
Pummeling … Read the rest “Three Girls”
—
I have a mother. She’s over there
In Iowa, playing Tetris.
I have three sisters, they are
Always available to me, on the phone
To laugh and retell stories. One of them
Did enough work, herself, to
Find her … Read the rest “Sister-Mother-Me”