Poems
“I read the line over and over / as if I might discern / the little fires set / the flames of an idea licking the page”
“Illumination,” Natasha Trethewey
Tiffany & Love | Poetry
The silver bean planted in the valley of her collar bones means new beginnings. Everything grows where she cannot see. She has just met the lady behind the counter, who tells her if she wears this necklace layered she should get it in a smaller size. But she wants it...
The Fracturing | Poetry
The Fracturing BeforeRepressed Memories Resurface, April 2017 Before I fracture, Before I fracture, I am pastures of butterweed, the silence of river bottoms, gravel roads to so many nowheres, and the howl of a Tuesday siren. I am the indigo sky that creeps over the...
Naked and Unashamed | Poetry
Dark and bare, exposed by winter’s probing and immodest gusts you stand with arms raised heavenward. Unflustered and unblushing, sharing none of Eve’s false modesty, you pose in nature’s state unclothed for all to see. And on your folded skin is mapped the journey of...
drive | Poetry
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Martha | Poetry
you unknown root my wild card I had you, old woman with still-dark hair squatting by the wood stove hardly glancing at the tiny girl, the post-war baby. my daddy told me we were Blackfoot from you. so in cowboy games I wore backyard feathers. later in his dream west...Follow Us
