Monthly Archives: March 2021

I slept in a crib where ants danced in despair I slept with my head in a jar of pickles I slept with foam rubber I slept curled against a transistor radio playing chance sound I slept with my cousin … Continue reading →

When I was a kid you called someone an Indian giver if he wanted his jump rope or baseball card back and you had no intention of handing it over at least not graciously maybe if he punched you instead … Continue reading →

Before I publish any poems I show them to my husband because his opinion although not dispositive is worth considering. When I write a poem full of arcane symbolism and manufactured words he will say, very deep, too deep for … Continue reading →

of having a mordant sense of humor. Unsure if I should be flattered or shamed so looked up the word: signifies a sharp or biting quality. Not so bad. I feared it would involve decaying jokes and laughter from the … Continue reading →