Faith

The images of school children Dead Arms up Like they are resting Stars Everywhere In the wreckage of a Great plane   With burning rubble And skin I am now weakened And dulled So much that I do not Feel a thing At the site of this Carnage   Focusing instead On my performance Metrics…

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Bridge

rails ascend into gray pneumonic sky but infinity is not allowed, cars rush to fall off the edge of sight, the wind chants with keening gulls above the bay slap, chopping, cutting at the base,   rip my head clear, carve yesterday on a stone thrown to plunge down half seen and then gone in…

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RAT POO

The woman taking my baby’s information over the phone asks if I have postpartum depression. I have no idea, I just want to know how my reality has become Tucks pads slapped down in underwear like slices of bologna and a bra holding rock-hard porn-star tits.   Everything is breasts. My husband’s eyes, English muffin…

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Moving Home

And down the road I look at Winchester on the Severn, the setting star glaring amber as ochre-sweet   honey spoils with jaundiced age in November.  I stand on the hill quietly knowing my life   will be unusual, different from how (and now) it was then.  Déjà vu― my wood-shingled boyhood   home, the…

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Immediate Undertaking

a promise and a secret written in stone   clutched like a dying heart   a life untethered in the loveless ether   neither held nor hoped for   too painful to remember too impossible to forget   an anomaly of dark matter gone supernova   between the rock of truth and the hard place…

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The Truth, As I Remember It, Regarding Your Father

He was my summertime fairytale prince, cigarette pressed between his slim piano playing fingers.  The smell of smoke mixing with the scent of that tangerine tree where he first pressed his exquisitely shaped lips to my neck and where we intertwined grandeur dreams of forever.  We played dumb, like we forgot I had a scholarship…

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