Moving Over Christmas Break
We moved into the place next door It’s a mirror reflection of the old place The windows, the closets, the mail drop, The heat vents They’re all backwards now The sun shines through the...
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The Arch Nemesis in Three Parts
Part one: 11 years old There is a girl. She is not real. She does not grow. She is always mourning her mother face down, sobbing into her bedspread while I sit on the...
After the Surgery
My yellow teacup children in an afternoon window, Their names were a favorite pastime. My Olives and Stars were put away but not as carefully or as quietly as I would have liked. Try...
Ekphrasis: The sister arts of painting and poetry
On “Flaming June” by Frederic Leighton Sleeping in a corner at noon on a bench Too small to stretch her full 5’11” Her full figure I warm my hands quietly up close To the...
A Blue Kite, or Yellow
Once, and a big fat why will pass before I am no longer my allergic me. I am the blue body, dyed the hue of our crummy old couch cry- ing to be replaced....
Rapunzel’s room
If I got to live in a high, high tower in a black forest and away from backyard fantasy I would have round pink walls and round red pillows silk everywhere and would cut...
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