Category Archives: poetry

sushi tonight stomach is big like Buddha mind is Confucius feet have wiggly Taoisms fingers full of Parable Lucky Cat knees knocking Shinto splinters, bless me eyes Shiva with nori Holy moly gaslight. I ate Talmud rolls stopped with saucies … Continue reading →

Dear Karl, I thought I could wait it out until you returned home from Basic training pm leave I think they call it but I cannot live in America one more minute and anyway I do not think I love … Continue reading →

I’d rather have pedestrian ones my husband just dismantles greasy engines reassembles them in his sleep. all I do is tumble rumble through unlit desolate worlds teetering to destruction bleached eyes kissed with fear skipped trip through endless corridors dark … Continue reading →

My husband is a wandering hayseed planting suspenders like apple trees, because when men get to be a certain age they lose definition in their midsections: no hips, no rump, plump underbelly, and they wear trousers that plummet down unexpected. … Continue reading →

Have I told you how happy I am to be done with my period? I suffered through a lifetime of tampons stuck halfway up my bleeding orifice, string dangling between my thighs wadding stuffed and stiff and swollen, me waddling … Continue reading →

an exciting cowboy movie and I said to my husband, I’m disappointed we don’t have bar fights anymore remember when we had that big one and I threw a whiskey bottle at you but you ducked and it hit the … Continue reading →

For breakfast Izzy and I share a can of fish and two spoons of buttered popcorn – we open the Amazon box together she watches while I put away the order; we study cat videos on the computer Izzy likes … Continue reading →

or like a bride walking next to my mother down the rows of flowers, hums of bumbles; posies in our path we step and scuff: My mother once found a twenty dollar bill in a parking lot She has the … Continue reading →

rain began dispensing wet ants and mucky leaves, seems nothing is gloomy as autumn drenching; and discouraging; cheered myself baking bread; measured flour, yeast warm water set to rise; then wouldn’t you know the downpour dropped dead in the middle … Continue reading →

on the beach with my son first we hunt smooth flat stones; I watch him. a grown man stubbled and thin bends over looking with me; he twists his body, stone flies out of his hand, oh my god so … Continue reading →