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shoulder
I’m on my own Receptionless Fire in the place Fire in the hole The red lights come on in my car as if inflammed by some vague disease that’s silently bubbling up from bone marrow There’s a short...
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Poppy Ka
By the time I got to the house, I was all in. I already knew the outcome. I came alone but I wouldn’t leave that way. I’d been contemplating adopting a dog off and on for several months. The first dog...
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How to Bake a Poppy
And so here comes the post you might have been expecting, the one I’ve been dreading, the one you will regret reading. The one I write because my brain refuses to stop torturing me. How to Bake a...
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dead body limp
I see limp bodies with my eyes closed Puppies and people mangled together, bones turned to taffy stretching indefinitely I carried my dog down the stairs and out the door my arms were full but she kept...
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Blizzard
It was the hiss that gave me pause As it came controlled and sure from the window Taking its time The “sss” extending longer than a breath should It wasn’t a breath Not a warning Manifestation of an...
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Black Party Invite
I do not let tears well That will come later After the worst Whatever it is Always goes one way or the other There will be a ring Strangers will answer I said it’s time for tragedy And one is here...
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Anticipatory Heart Attack: a meager attempt to celebrate heart awareness
There’s nothing I fear more than a heartbeat. The negative space of it: its absence. Our hearts kill us more often than not. It’s statistically so. It’s figuratively so. And so I try to keep time with...
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Pink Death
Just the other day I was telling someone about how assault rifles and Rambo-sized clips are bullshit for civilian use and how all those babies at Sandy Hook didn’t have to die in a spray of bullets...
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god(s) and fate
I dated a guy who defined his religious beliefs as apathetic; he thought the search for God/gods and spirituality such a bore. I liked his stance because it gets too big and my answers more cynical to...
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Abortion After 260 Weeks
We’ve got babies dying Thwack Thwack thwack We’ve got babies dying Mamas too– Pancreas exploding Aortas imploding We’ve got a one-eyed Sally Baby Where’d her other eye go? What’s happened to you, Sally...
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Salt
The sky is congested No remedy, no over-the-counter The salt of my tears will have to do Don’t look up, yonder sky Toward the horizon, aye, flegm of ice and rain do form The salt of my tears will have...
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Travel Plans
The situation as it is is this: I find myself contemplating whether I should take Poppy with me when I travel. More specifically, her ashes. She hated car rides so I think she’d be okay with staying...
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shoulder
I’m on my own Receptionless Fire in the place Fire in the hole The red lights come on in my car as if inflammed by some vague disease that’s silently bubbling up from bone marrow There’s a short...
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Where to Submit?
Can you, dear readers, give me some suggestions for sending my stuff for consideration in journals, ‘zines…wherever? I need to try to prove I’m good enough to be published somewheres.
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adjectives rarely do justice
Pretty ye gleam, hard diamond I smile at you Bitterly aware That my awareness is irrelevant And unnecessary Prettiness hardly matters when you shine.
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scar tissue
We welcome scar tissue into our arms like it’s a good thing As if it were a long-loved but long-forgotten lover we pretend never made us long-suffering Scar tissue whose flap signals hardening and...
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for the newly diagnosed
“It’s not like I’m going to die,” said no hypochondriac ever in the history of the world. I am an expert hypochondriac, or so I say. I make a good game of diagnosing people with random, non-fatal...
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Raspberries
The diagnosis is raspberries or blueberries or mulberries berries of the brain harmless nothings sweet somethings berries bleeding dusk and then dirt in your eyes dirt in your lungs dirt from above...
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Post-prayer
If There were words to say or salvage Everything I’m almost positive I would have said them already Unless I truly hated you In silence Amen.
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Something Savage
It was a coyote Or a lone wolf Something savage It lurked in the shadows Of dead land It shouldered the shoulder of interstates and crops Its scraggly coat And lowered head Darting as if in surprise...
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