Write a household poem
This poem has its own house, a hundred closets where the mismatched towels go, one cupboard where the dishes rattle…
This poem has its own house, a hundred closets where the mismatched towels go, one cupboard where the dishes rattle…
Lacking heat, I line my ribs with decorative votives, light them, and forget to say a prayer. A service of…
Tongue. Found balled up in an inside-out pant leg while pulling laundry out of the dryer. Slightly felted. No longer…
Joni’s looking at both sides of the clouds, and I wonder what could make me feel like I’m not walking…
Dear woman, love your belly. Wrap yourself in handwoven dresses; let starwhispers linger in your ears. Don’t dismiss your wisdom…