Writer. Demand Poet.
All these play group mothers take their
Turn flailing on the Big Rug,
Tossing their scorpion glances then
Trading them the next second for
A quicksand gasp, teetering
Over the abyss of another
2 Year Old Afternoon
Beating back a … Read the rest “All these Mothers”
I was so tired at
7 p.m. that I excused myself
From the ravioli and
Gave over to my husband
The dishes and climbed
Up the stairs and in
Between the quilt and the
Vellux and let myself
Collapse into… Read the rest “Collapse”
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This week’s theme is ‘body.’
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Parts
I am walking through the
Pages of another magazine
And I am sighing a sigh I have
Given up on sighing in mixed
Company; I’ve traded it for
Screaming inside at … Read the rest “Parts”