Not another ice-queen
spill me shimmer-grins open clouds unjar, unshadow me come spark my cue to skip-twist bubble-dance to smile and journey home to hibernate wait for spring please lull me, melt me […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Cue or being cued?
I shiver (longing) for a sign for your cue for bat of eyelash for glimpse of teeth for parse of lips for ice to break. I daisy-petal, picking hope and […]
Claws in closets
“I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.” ― Joan Didion, Where I Was From Can you […]
The cause is lost
When truth is treated lightly; tossed aside for looks and laughter; when gasoline is used to quench annoyance caused by factless principles the cause is lost When force of money’s […]
Use your Duchamp pen
How can the bathroom wall be less than art? Bring your Duchamp pen, and make the paleness of its tiles a tale of more beyond what bullies did. Have you […]
