Dear Active Shooter
Dear Active Shooter, Hi. It’s me. You don’t know me. I don’t think you do, anyway. No- you don’t know me. But somehow- some way – here we are. We are here. You have a loaded war weapon, and I’m here…
Women Warriors
We are women warriors, whether it is grocery lines or picket lines, we are fighting the patriarchy just by standing up and being present in our lives. Using our intuition, crying together, picking each other up, lifting each other up from…
ICEBERG
A bottle of beer smashed on the pavement. He sat there, light by a lamp-post, acknowledging no before and after; maybe, he secretly wished for another, regretting the spilled drink when he still needed it. Either way, he did not show…
Just the Other Stuff
When I ran away for the first time I hid in my closet in my bedroom with Judy Blume and a flashlight until my dad found me and brought me home. Matter seemed so solid and still then. The second time…
The Portrait of a Poet
White walls of an insomniac closing in on the cold malice of human emptiness. I sit alone and wonder- The only callous of a life lived is the constant ache, for even change isn’t constant. Many nights I have sat on…
D: The One E
I’ll take a snapshot of this moment in time You soundly sleeping The sun peeking through the blinds Slowly opening my eyes… I dread the numbers on the clock The day has finally come My little birdy has got to fly.…
Memory Jigsaw
The powerpoint was perfectly laid out; She really is a talented teacher. Too many people disregard the power Of a well spoken lecture. Too many people don’t know shit. It was on the way memory works. So get this: dopamine is…
I can press my womanhood into the void
Ghost imprint in the wall holds a hand shape Small boy presses into brick and mortar to disappear Invisibly thin sucking in his air – forgets to release an exhale No noise invisible boy becomes fresh paint As he dries on…