disembodied: A Poem

I saw the ghost of my mothers in the reflection and they opened their mouths and spit out my eyes because I wasn’t supposed to see the woman I should be.   And my ears are on the nightstands.  They keep me awake at night. Do you hear them wail? The versions of you that […]

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I like to believe they will weep: A Poem

I like to believe they will weep when they lay me to rest but I’m afraid they will only cry if they once found me pretty. “Beautiful girl,” those people would say, “Such a shame.” And perhaps still only if I remained pretty, laying there in an open coffin, young, pale, and peaceful. Dead is […]

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It All Comes Back To You: A Poem

In the continual flux of this seasonal rut there are certain callbacks some might call them drawbacks of being in your eyes’ limelight. Perhaps one day soon ignoring your casual remembrance will become more than a failed reflex. And karma will stop sifting through my memory’s index.   But for now,  my nerves enter a […]

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future history books: A Poem

There are thousands of boys and men Being sent in planes and ships To a land far and foreign And only a few well-disguised crooks, And perhaps future history books, Could tell you why.   The pretense is security  And the innocent’s purity When asked hard questions They blame past presidents, Making the death of […]

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Lately: A Poem

Lately I’ve been happy That line alone sounds like poetry Because it’s true Lately I’ve been smiling At a bird flying low next to a pond While the sun drops lower on a long spring day At a yellow monarch flitting weightlessly On a breath of wind next to a lake That sparkled, electrified by […]

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My Groundhog: A Prose Poem

I didn’t know what it meant the first time I saw you, standing in the triangular median by the stoplight that I would grow to know as the signal for “almost home,” one of the last stops before I reached my temporary home of three and a half years.  I remember you seemed frantic, nose […]

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Book Review: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

I’m in love. When I first read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, I enjoyed it. But now I’m in love. I’ve nearly underlined, bracketed, or annotated every line in that book. It seemed like every single line spoke to my soul. Every character was living, breathing, vitalized. Every observation felt natural and insightful.  I reread […]

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