now reset to cyclical sad: it is natural, when the green comes loosein fluid forgiving, to find solace in the Old. slicing through fallingtime imagining a baby here, in this place, with this music -- or the strain of itat another place. rummaging through person unbeset by aberration - 30 secondbrain-warp! the internet produces a… Continue reading poem: coven of fifteen
Tag: motherhood
poem: stay-at-home woman
do you remember the red telephone, sitting like a silent cat, renovating the hall with its small plastic face? i watched you leave, the first day, and then i called my mother. the baby was twisting like an almond, a sliver in my ocean-split stomach; i put my hands over my mouth so she wouldn’t… Continue reading poem: stay-at-home woman
poem: matrimonium
for very small moments my life is beautiful. there is Paris in a mason-jar, girls kissing boys on the sidewalk, rain coming like piano jazz. the baby is crying for me, lisping Maman Maman; he is like his father. And we were like staccato-ed beats: small carnivals of mirth, small hollows in the neck, your… Continue reading poem: matrimonium
poem: dear 2018
shall i tell you of my womanhood and the unpopular things that leave me sitting alone at parties, the 1960's splashed angrily in my face, and my hands now wet with mascara tears. but i am still not going to graduate school and i still don't want my entire life boxed into a career. i… Continue reading poem: dear 2018
the last pavilion 