Category Archives: poetry

[Prologue] I am uncomplicated, my instructions written in invisible ink also useful for wrinkles in the dark use a flashlight [Rule one] tell me I am funny and smart and beautiful repeat every half hour set your alarm [Rule two] … Continue reading →

on Passover, my father puts on a gray flannel suit, mama wears taffeta with a gentile pleated skirt & Doris Day hair — she says I don’t want to stay long — he is silent, Rachel is his sister – … Continue reading →

Okay, watch this amazing act of duplicity and awe be sure to applaud at the right time stand up and clap and hoot and stomp keep your eyes on me, lovers of despair and disconnect, you native speakers. I am … Continue reading →

despicable déclassé jokers every one, fools with bony tails lined up tin cups outstretched to beg for alms looking for love isn’t that sweet I spit on you bastard buzzards snatch your pound of flesh somewhere elsewhere that other locust … Continue reading →

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 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 that … 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 syphons out the rain on the tin roof loud enough to make you crazy because he left you, looked you right in the … Continue reading →

back when me and Karl lived in a ramshackle hut on the side of mountain buried in the woods & drove a 1962 blue Chevy pick-up rusted through in important places we went to a party at a rich country … Continue reading →