Her quads twitch, eager to catapult her toward the sky, but her feet’s purchase on the springy mat feels ghostly. The other girls channel a fierce Taylor Swift through ear buds, their eyes fixed on every turn of her head. What do they need from me now? These days,...
September 2021 Writing
The Held Notes at Windy Dawns
Go slow through the overture, double test each instrument. Keep extra reeds in reach, spare B-strings, tuning fork. The open bar has turned to cash only. Alone inside the tune now, another boarding card stuck in the thrift store paperback. New black brogues and...
Shipwrecked on Liminal Island
I. It tastes of darkness An inky black blurring blue The pills leave you spinning A birch leaf perched on the surface The waters turbulent, rising all around Observe the new confluences Know you’re in a reprieve An island for now It is...
Under Asphalt Shingles
This is a very drafty draft. Just trying to get SOMETHING down, and loved the prompts about home. Under Asphalt Shingles Under asphalt shingles: incandescent bulbs and dust and threadbare sofa. Expectations and limitations, routine and best-laid plans. Under...
Reading the Morning Surf Report
how extraordinary is one o'clock, an hour running away from itself and meridian, its dark twin across the world. the way I know to run away from time: drive until the birds are different until the sky is big enough to call it out here until dervishes awake in a new...
A jump to the past
A jump to the past Yes! I remember a place where I lived for a while that was unsettled..a place that I would never call home, but where I had to stay for several weeks, or months ? I don’t remember exactly how long. How old was I ? I don’t...
Complicit Denial
Complicit Denial Letter to a Village on Victim Blaming, c 1983 I’m tired I can no longer No, I will no longer Shoulder your blame -Ginosko- The rocking chair is a very useful tool People pass. Miss this fixation, the Body rock. Lost in nightmares...
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What Part of My Body is Yours?
Her quads twitch, eager to catapult her toward the sky, but her feet’s purchase on the springy mat feels ghostly. The other girls channel a fierce Taylor Swift through ear buds, their eyes fixed on every turn of her head. What do they need from me now? These days,...
The Held Notes at Windy Dawns
Go slow through the overture, double test each instrument. Keep extra reeds in reach, spare B-strings, tuning fork. The open bar has turned to cash only. Alone inside the tune now, another boarding card stuck in the thrift store paperback. New black brogues and...
Shipwrecked on Liminal Island
I. It tastes of darkness An inky black blurring blue The pills leave you spinning A birch leaf perched on the surface The waters turbulent, rising all around Observe the new confluences Know you’re in a reprieve An island for now It is...
Under Asphalt Shingles
This is a very drafty draft. Just trying to get SOMETHING down, and loved the prompts about home. Under Asphalt Shingles Under asphalt shingles: incandescent bulbs and dust and threadbare sofa. Expectations and limitations, routine and best-laid plans. Under...
Reading the Morning Surf Report
how extraordinary is one o'clock, an hour running away from itself and meridian, its dark twin across the world. the way I know to run away from time: drive until the birds are different until the sky is big enough to call it out here until dervishes awake in a new...
A jump to the past
A jump to the past Yes! I remember a place where I lived for a while that was unsettled..a place that I would never call home, but where I had to stay for several weeks, or months ? I don’t remember exactly how long. How old was I ? I don’t...
Complicit Denial
Complicit Denial Letter to a Village on Victim Blaming, c 1983 I’m tired I can no longer No, I will no longer Shoulder your blame -Ginosko- The rocking chair is a very useful tool People pass. Miss this fixation, the Body rock. Lost in nightmares...
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Read and Comment Away!