Fingers of wind blew my hair around my head like Medusa’s snakes as I walked along the river levee listening to the slurp of water on shore, it’s brackish smell strong in my nostrils. Strands of music born on the … Continue reading River of Music
No labels, no pigeonholes, no cog in a wheel no number in a government database, no desk in a cube farm, no cc: in an email, no lemming falling over a cliff, no sheep in a flock, not another face … Continue reading I Will Not Be Misunderstood
their reflection in your eyes, burned tears ashes on your cheeks, sparks blowing in the frenzied breath of a fire-thirsty beast. Absence of air, intense suffocation, green screaming with scorched breath, suppleness falling, falling, falling everywhere, rubble and ruin. *** … Continue reading The Trees are Burning at Midnight
Baptized in early spring sunlight, nursing an ache for anarchy, we skipped school – hiding in Jen’s car until last bell blew. Feeling brave and daring – the kind of girls who skipped school – we drove with no destination … Continue reading Water Magic
My photo, “Magnolia Pod” is on the cover of the Spring Issue of Olentangy Review and my poem, “The Conversation”, is inside. Much thanks to Darryl and Melissa Price for accepting my work. I’m especially happy they chose my photo, … Continue reading Twofer in Olentangy Review
My poem, “Lemons“, is up on Red Fez and I’m excited to be a part of their 15th anniversary issue. Big thanks to Doc Sigerson and the other editors for giving this poem a home. There are some great stories … Continue reading Poem Published in Red Fez
I needed to call you but I’d forgotten your number, the one I always thought was burned into my memory — for hours I anxiously thumbed through white and yellow pages, forgetting then remembering your name. Between the pages I … Continue reading 803 Monroe
My poem, Store Manager 1980, is published today in Writing in a Woman’s Voice. Big thanks to Beate Sigriddaughter for giving this piece a home. I’m especially happy that it’s published the week of International Woman’s Day on March 8. … Continue reading Poem in Writing in a Woman’s Voice
Stop, Observe Air as dense as wet cotton awoke me. Through the window, a squirrel nibbled on palm fruit, the fragile rays of morning illuminating inquisitive eyes. Far above, a jet full of travelers hurried to somewhere else. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Stop, Observe
February 14 I don’t need to hear you say “I love you”, I want to know you do by the look in your eyes, the touch of your hand, the way you listen when I talk. I don’t need candy, … Continue reading February 14
