Category Archives: poetry

I love the neighborhood in the spring it comes alive children criss-cross the streets whirring wheels of bicycles skateboards, wheeled sneakers, shouts and laughter parents calling in their babies the cries of scraped knees and broken toys clash smack together … Continue reading →

My mother she collected fabric scraps, buttons, photographs, old letters, discarded lovers, bruises, addictions, obituaries. My mother For sustenance she ate the livers of her lovers, the fetus’ from their wombs and when those had all been devoured she began … Continue reading →

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want … Continue reading →

in the evening the adults would gather in the kitchen sitting cross kneed in a ceremonial circle around the wobbly second-hand table the tut-tut-tut of boiling water became the scent of coffee or strong tea became the laughter climbing out … Continue reading →

I move            a ghost                       through every day your kiss               a memory                               on my skin our laughter                    an echo                                vibrating in every silence tonight            I’ll dream of you                                      and the ways you loved me … Continue reading →

There are fires smouldering in California, but it’s a cold war that’s turning this bed into rubble. I sew sunshine while you create opiate hazed pockets of reality. There’s a foot of quilt between us, one foot straying over that … Continue reading →

She comes unravelled in pieces – the large chunks litter the road and clog the way, the smaller bits she lifts to his lips with a beguiling smile – eat eat. She watches his throat work through the youthful folly, … Continue reading →

Meh, this was a middle of the night scribble. the <> parts I know are very very rough. Helpful suggestions welcome. <It was 1987 I loved the color purple, unicorns, and books about babysitting, my best friend was my sister, … Continue reading →