Still life with milk
My privileges are all my own: a Speedo tracksuit with my feet tightly laced into leaden shoes. A mold to fit, a mask of skin too tight for comfort. I […]
Category Archives: free verse
Favorite Perfume
The top-note when we met was an essence creamed from honeysuckle, it was from lavender and lily we fell and next we traded years of heart-notes whiffs of forest pines […]
Monday mourning
I lament the evils of the world wishing peace instead of war and seek to guide us all to something better… yet, I dress myself in a kind of kindness […]
Breakfast and November
In the twilight of November with moon a sickle sharp and bleeding, I saw your shadow passing, through our garden, dun. I waited, asked: “Do you still remember?”, and you […]
Now we’re not
Once — we used to disagree with dark stars falling from the new year’s firework. but silence afterwards was cold rain a Thursday morning in November. Once — we used […]
