a deep buffering thing, rolling in --- I have mylegs clefted tight, driving, I describethe land as the armpit of the earth flopped intothe arm of the earth, freckled and brown againstflat blue sky: porcelain tile squeezed behindhills, chipping fresco. where are the Experiences where are the Summer Experiences; I reread books I first read… Continue reading poem: late july
Tag: life
poem: surname
really, the world is a small thing -- I was an I seven years ago, now I am also an I: rutted littlehalf-done dreams, the newest iteration blastedthrough head, now I have someoneto tell about it. growing younger -- I swear I keep wanting oblivion: blasted down bytoo big force, fertility or death. taking an… Continue reading poem: surname
poem: summer, again, in scheduled weeks
five year plan -- I would like to be better I will be Iwill be better; gingham tuck and plans for shelf behindcouch for line of plants -- rosemary, basil, what next; the pillsfrom the internet naturopath are low-dose opioid blockersand will rearrange my insides enough that I can, willproduce life -- tuck of curtain… Continue reading poem: summer, again, in scheduled weeks
poem: April Is The Cruelest Month
bite off neurosis, This Time I'll Make It -- standingat the front of the check-out line, lime kombucha mozzarellasome kinda Raw, this Time i'll make it -- keeping timeinside yourself, inside your chest, counting ribsthe boss is not your mother she is not your father she isnot coming to get you in the divorce: why… Continue reading poem: April Is The Cruelest Month
poem: summer in the turn
rot-hot, cunt-turned girl in black leather -- learnJapanese! (it's the chorus), turned heel into stage and shudderingout again, a million men/girls jumping to her -- chorus: learnto speak, learn to sing, tear my heart, eat me up, comealive, cometrails in sky -- head thrown back, hair long andshot up with light, shotgun shells of scatteredlight… Continue reading poem: summer in the turn
poem: Mary Bennet
Maid of Honor, bent daisy-white over the table, herbest dress, fingers like tapeworm -- light and strangled on his arms, dying on his lapel; he took her to foam-swept edge, champagne toast. shekept on sidelines, skirting the women and their loudness, shewas attached hip-and-hearth to piano; they had brought someone in and wouldn't let her… Continue reading poem: Mary Bennet
3: poem: Anthony
3: "set up for failure"30 days/poetry Anthony is wanting to do better — this time, he'll writethe novel, take apart his hand and sell it, two-pace; but who can function as muse, eternally pregnate the idea andwatch it birth — bear with me here, it's some threadim getting from the Romantics. Anthony explains it, long… Continue reading 3: poem: Anthony
1: poem: catching up
I have never been successful with completing a "thirty day writing challenge," (attempted before on this blog in 2021 and 2023), but even if left uncompleted, the challenges — and the several subpar poems they produce as I get back into writing, again — are successful enough in resetting things that I usually do end… Continue reading 1: poem: catching up
poem: in a moment of desperation i searched poetry MFA california
Here I am in pogom – trapped trappedBlood deer in the face, looking askance, how many timesWill be stuck and need to reinvent myself – to changeAnd hasten story – burnt-earth desert town and the problemPeople lick me in; nothing to read — no face in the granary Earth possible – no child and no foragedCredentials;… Continue reading poem: in a moment of desperation i searched poetry MFA california
poem: the woman with no face
I cannot find the center of LA I attend the outskirtswith my husband we find -- local places that are chains but atleast local to California we deny the normal places we cannot findthe tourist spots to go -- then again I have never lookedfor them, or even at a list. one day in the… Continue reading poem: the woman with no face
the last pavilion 