Category Archives: Poems

How Does Inside-out Feel? (poem)

How Does Inside-out Feel? (poem)

  asking myself this question I already know like books stacked all that knowledge, violinist of a breath; this time healing has come to mean some things: the earth is not an oyster, Shakespeare omitted me it is the spare tire that you forgot to take it is the core of the apple bitten around…Continue Reading

Hidden Girls

Hidden Girls

    Our eyes are our eyes, extensions do not lengthen us. We blush only for ourselves, knowing the forest for every tree, surrounding foliage, average rainfall, temperature, even in Celsius. We hide without hiding, unseen and unseemly. We are hyper-quiet and lost, insecure in others, but found in self, finding it all too easy to…Continue Reading

Innocence and The Ambulance (poem image)

Innocence and The Ambulance (poem image)

  TEXT OF THIS POEM Bubble machine on a ledge children singing as they talk over the forgotten fence from far away, an ambulance on the asphalt, again.   ABOUT THIS POEM I thought this poem would be fun to write by hand. After seeing Tyler Knott Gregson’s poems on instagram, it seemed worth trying.…Continue Reading

Those Summers

Those Summers

We were pb&j with a spread of apple butter, smooth. Calm as cucumber skin. We rolled our oats: small dirt-clad seeds in the summer steam. We ploughed every field, those small, outspread weeds just drifted in.Continue Reading

The Pursuit of Human Perfection

The Pursuit of Human Perfection

  With eyes closed, reaching into the dishwasher, hand over smooth and pricking mountains, curve and point, spoon and fork unknown to me, feels like a tactile attack. I hold the fork firmly, bow my head, and say a silent prayer — the woes of here and yesterday, the cold utensil in hand, the welcome…Continue Reading

Don’t Bring Your Love to a Gunfight

Don’t bring your love to a gunfight among strangers, barricades on the boulevard, bloody and bold, with windows into skies I held you with an army inside, the pounding pronounced and promising, down the streets of existence, where resistance was built in bitter moments stacked like lost bodies entrenched, there is a climbing that final…Continue Reading

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