Monthly Archives: March 2021

I dreamed last night my husband did not love me anymore. I dreamed he looked at me like I was an insect, an unpleasant guest from cockroach town come to annoy. So I said sorry, didn’t mean those awful things … Continue reading →

Some days I am brimmed with creaks and clankety joints like the rusty tractor foundered in the field across my road, streaky metal and mud, trembling skeleton long scatted to the bone- yard. The farmer plows around it with his … Continue reading →

you can tell because I am compassionate like Dr. Schweitzer but absent-minded – when I wrap a bandage around your wound half way through I start thinking about lipstick or getting my period and just up and wander away – … Continue reading →

I moved out of my house today because the perfume of death lilies was so pungent that feet jigged and hands juggled hot cross bunnies and dyed eggs and scrambled holy snuffs of spring. Marvelous, the rabbits quivered, sniffing overwhelming … Continue reading →

In the pines I will refuse To join in anguished guilt and mourn Rather will I sing the news That in the pines I am reborn. I am reborn and shout aloud Dance fandango tap and tilt While in the … Continue reading →

See the three apple buzzards across the road, I call to Izzy but she is mad at me so looks away. It’s not every day you find those birds I explain. Izzy’s ears twitch. The three rustle frizzled wings, wind … Continue reading →

Surprise they whisper as I crouch under locust trees whipping like frenzied buff- alos, branches crackled and knuckling while fiery steam loco- motives of wind transfer coals and char- coal tincture into the Orion stratosphere. Surprise they bellow as I … Continue reading →

I wish I were a duck, I whisper to Izzy as we huddle in my blanket watching out the window eyeing the lake, its surface a mosaic of floating ice swept by the north wind. Trees rattle & deserted bird … Continue reading →

not sure if I was dreaming or mental actually it was just psilocybin nipping my tongue. Back then we were living in a rusty trailer stacked on oil cans teetering on a farm road in hippie town, moved there when … Continue reading →

out my window a whitish blur of ice dazed against the glare dizzy deep like a crackly slap whipped against a mouth full of cold teeth. A tear lets loose down my cheek Look at the ice, I cry see … Continue reading →