Poetry

capturing the mood

i captured the mood that you let go it flew up like a kite breached the atmosphere and dove into outer space like it was trying to escape all bodies— human and planetary i was floating along in my EVA suit, pressurized, detached, untethered the frayed ends of my harness intimating the moment i didn’t […]

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Sing

The feast is ready for my waiting lips. The food is boiled and salted and singed and salted again. The death mask, still warm from the oven, might chip my teeth and cut my tongue; boiled ashes will take the blood, will sponge it up almost like bread; there is no bread on the feast […]

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The Magician Speaks to the Fool

Someday, you will learn that life is mapped by misadventures and heartbreak, unruly as the sea, arranged and rearranged in waves, until everything is salt and sand. Someday, someone you marked as safe will call the witch out of your bones, and leave you full of burning, your mouth tasting like ash, the blessing of […]

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Flashover

I am angry with myself for wanting for needing for being a heliotrope who turns to the sun, believing it to be weakness, an admission of failure, as if the blood that the light creates does not thrum through my veins. I am angry with myself for being the vine, the ivy, the leaf— why […]

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Wendy, Waiting

Not easy, spending my life in this one house, my nights at this window. Not easy, those first ten years saying no, turning down dances, husbands, till eventually I said yes to avoid the innuendos, and take up what might be termed my life. It’s not Peter I pine for, though he’s why I wait, […]

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