I asked to keep
the lights off—
and in the pitch black
you pulled me in
Let this halted journey have nothing in common with who you are, who you dare.
It happens, every accident, in slow motion; your past finding a full stop.
Read MoreMirrors stretch ceiling to floor only
wall decor her own body black-legginged
taut white tank top torso-molded
action figure ready to raise iron
Read MoreSorrow so deep
As a river-split canyon
Being gagged so I can’t
Speak my pain into space
The rocks pound deeper
Read MoreWhose grief do I hold in my hands
it is a dark animal shape
asleep on my chest, a stone
worn smooth
Read MoreFlushed
Freckled cheeks
Framed by curls
-kept wild to
collect dandelion fluff-
I am
an artist witch,
with a black bear patronus I am
an ally for alliteration
created to create!
Read MoreI comb shards of glass from my perfect hair
smooth my apron with its bloody handprints
and tell you what I have been waiting to say.
Read MoreBeneath your hands I become poetry
And beneath your lips I grow wings
When we touch I have knowledge
And all sorts of gadgets and things
I am the bionic woman
Read MoreNot in the curves of her body, beauty is,
In the bend of her smile,
In the slant of her sign, it lies, unconcealed.
Flawless supple skin, beauty defines not,
But in her stretch marks and burns revealed it is.
Read More…I’m caught in the quicksand of my mind, I say
This is how it is when you face it, she replies
The threat, instead of subtly calling the shots
from a long-forgotten corner, now greets me…
Read MoreFallen from a flower,
The seed begins to grow.
From a tiny timid seedling
To a beautiful red rose.
Read More1 woman a week, is more than we can bear.
Let’s redefine the masculine- to safe and kind and fair.
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