Category Archives: poetry

I place a heavy urn of responsibility, just kidding its a chow mein takeout carton, onto the seat next to me I’ve got a ticket on an expressionist train rocketing through bucolic countryside my hands clutch the earthly remains of … Continue reading →

it wasn’t really night, 4 a.m more sleepdozing which is like bulldozing but less earthy. I was half awake fumbling poetry in my head pounced on each word like a formaldehyde cat in biology class only to fall into a … Continue reading →

I made a clean sweep today, out with the old husband, in with a cat named Izzy who has promised she will never pretend everything is fucking fine when you know something is wrong and you ask and ask in … Continue reading →

Some people of course had mothers who hugged crooning love, little trinkets and sweets of charm and adoration. Some people had grandparents uncles aunts with fat laps full of kisses and stories, you know mine mostly died prehistoric. Some people … Continue reading →

I am mad today, indignant skyfemme I sweep the house turning on lightbulbs accelerating music till it drowns out the rain on the tin roof loud enough to make you crazy because he left you, looked you right in the … Continue reading →

can’t drink nowadays — the liver thing — but I got toxic once back ago when we lived in a sticky shack on a mountain in the woods — drove a 1962 blue Chevy pick-up rusted through in important places … Continue reading →

I recently did DNA testing and found that I am second cousin to a calico cat, have three hitherto undiscovered children, and a grandmother 124 years old but lively for her age. We are planning a family reunion in July. … Continue reading →

Law #1 you will do what I say quickly poetically with a bready smile Law #2 you will collect swell songs of praise me as your only topic as in: I see your azure eyes lips like those things I … Continue reading →

Today fog gulped me down, tight wrapped its arms like grandma woolies and snug cocoons tucked me into the top drawer of the bureau of investigation blinded and crumpled, could have been wars fought outside my window for all I … Continue reading →

I took a long walk, just me and Izzy the cat. We walked across the country. When she got tired I pulled her in a red wagon like she was a princess, Princess Izzy. We started out in winter in … Continue reading →