This poem has its own house, a hundred closets where the mismatched towels go, one cupboard where the dishes rattle and chip because a train loses its track about 50…
Lacking heat, I line my ribs with decorative votives, light them, and forget to say a prayer. A service of lips reading words that slide away like the difference between…
Tongue. Found balled up in an inside-out pant leg while pulling laundry out of the dryer. Slightly felted. No longer fits quite right. Manufacturer discontinued the original model and has…
Joni's looking at both sides of the clouds, and I wonder what could make me feel like I'm not walking on a marble. I'm hidden under the swirls of smoke…
Dear woman, love your belly. Wrap yourself in handwoven dresses; let starwhispers linger in your ears. Don't dismiss your wisdom just because it's incomplete. You learned how to tend your…