in the midday dark of the bar, he called me Athena –from birth, grown clothed in armor virgin goddess of war– his words uneven things, unbalanced tables at street cafes you can never quite keep from rocking, I was uncertain if it was me or the myth that eluded him Continue reading
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If I speak plainly, just this once
I have tried for weeks to find the poetry in my mother’s madness. I find it, then lose it, then find it again. My mother spent years buying gemstones off the television, only to hold them up to the sun in her backyard and watch them sparkle. She is not a simpleton, distracted by shine, … Continue reading
I have stopped counting the days of 36
Between arriving and departing, the night is in its middle when he calls. The men you almost marry sound like ash on the phone, so much fire gone. I can only answer. There are no more questions between us, we speak in declarations now: “That place on 4th was infested. You remember.” I should say, … Continue reading
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Day 341 of 35
In a pile of clothes to be mended, I find the slip you broke. Strap torn away, small tear left behind Easy enough to stitch, I told you, when you paused at the damage you had done. Pink thread, fine needle, a rudimentary sewing ability passed on from my father’s days in … Continue reading
Day 236 of 35 (Day 26 of NaPoWriMo)
George Jones Died Today, Erasure (for my father, Richard Alan Miller) I’ll love you forget time years pass slowly kept half crazy now then still Hoping come back again found Dated underlined in … Continue reading
Day 226 of 35 (Day 16 of NaPoWriMo)
Past a verdant entrance, eschewed, disconnected. Parenthetical emotive flame low enough to veil cadence and demand. The sea questions me with ambiance, salt and camphor. A slow manner lets loose the cant of conspirators Language cannot mar the lady, though on pages lingers pain and memento. Today my sad tongue passes saints: part question, mostly … Continue reading
Day 215 of 35 (Day 5 of NaPoWriMo)
With you gone, dusk is the same: the dogs bark at the moth that comes to take what is left of the light. Continue reading
Day 212 of 35 (Day 2 of NaPoWriMo)
When I tell it, I say that the sun was setting behind us to make them believe that it was inevitable and that everything has an end. This is a story teller’s lie. I tell them that we sat in swings on a playground near the beach, which is true, and makes us children only … Continue reading
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Day 211 of 35 (Day 1 of NaPoWriMo)
Slowly, silently, now the moon gives permission. The phlox will bloom And dreams, sticky sweet, will pink the morning. *April is National Poetry month. If you want, join me and lots of other writers as we attempt to write a poem a day. Here’s a link to prompts you can use or ignore: http://www.napowrimo.net Continue reading
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Day 154 of 35
It was the way he stood, ending proximity. His arms folded like a woman clutching her purse in a dark alley. You could fit a counter between us. I could be checking his coat or taking his order at dawn in a twenty-four hour truck stop. In the length of an ellipsis, I wrote a … Continue reading
Untempered Glass 