The serpents Wrathful, writhing, appeared slowly One or two or three at a time In response to extreme provocation. First … More
Category: poem
Corpus
I. I raise my body and scrape the leftover oatmeal from my bowl into the aluminum waste bin whose lid … More
Poem for our history
Is there something that stitches together broken people with no common history Except that of being lost of free falling … More
Beyond the pale
As to the pale: please note: the pale is exile. and beyond the pale, beyond is beyond exile into – … More
Birthdays
Goals for November I will sew two jackets and figure out what to make with the fabric I have stacked … More
Math
I never got math. Ever the one to want to know why I wasn’t satisfied with one plus one equals … More
retrospective
Promise me a retrospective A gathering of my graces Such as they were Be kind as you look upon my … More
Blue room
Today I will look for my indigo fabric; the two bundles of indigo that I bought at the Houston Quilt … More
the massage chair
The man smelled ever so slightly of cigarettes. Not the old rancid smell of smoke in unwashed clothes, but the fresh … More
birthday fairytales
As a little girl, my rational mind tried to believe in fairy tales. It would have been so much more … More