Category: Poetry

estremezco del brillo de cuerpo en cuerpo del brillo del frío de cuero de ante parezco sencillo soy cuerpo en cuerpo mi tribu me cerca son sobrevivientes y yo sobrevivo con tribu y cuerpo y bajo del combi ya sola de nuevo Translation: I shiver from the … Continue Reading

A dandelion, disguised as a sunflower. You can do so much better than to focus on a weed like me. … Continue Reading

The cousin of aleph and ayan and name and creation, A for the apple, on the branch in the garden The one you know well, with the snake and the tree. A for forgetting, as in Alzheimers, aphasia, and anonymously me.   Believe me, it’s true: In the b … Continue Reading

So, my mental illnesses and I are talking in my head, and it looks like one of those therapy-based support groups. I’m sitting in the middle since it’s my turn to go. They all have their outfits. Autism wears the third new outfit that day, bright and m … Continue Reading

Joseph Anderson came to the farm late in life. A teacher, retired, but not worn out, going blind, but working for his keep. Each day when weather and his knees allowed, he hobbled in hay fields and sheep pasture, piling circles upon circles of stones a … Continue Reading

She turns off the news and watches the yellow and black fat waxy caterpillar make its steady trek through the goldenrod and the ferns over and under the leaves and up the milkbane to find the perfect slender stalk. She watches while it sleeps then turn … Continue Reading

 headless nails declawed hammer aching sawtooth * new health card break a leg outbreak of smiles * passionaectomy poisonberry soup gallstone fence * sculpted abs rottenstone belly chiseler’s mark * first gasp last legs back to back * overhead I underfo … Continue Reading

Your limbs quiver as the wood floor slips under your nails and your flanks knock into furniture. You’re braving your longest trek: from couch to kitchen to water dish. With lightning in my heart, I watch you unlearning how to walk—a puppy in reverse. T … Continue Reading

unearthen shards from where they lay encase you now in my clay sculpt and mould from what I find a beating heart undoubtedly mine a kiln for you akin to me brings forth ceramic poetry … Continue Reading

My grandmother shows me my first yellow rose, pale – called Moonlight Glow – which she tends by the stone wall beyond the old, old house. I shut tight my eyes to see us both in the afternoon light. There’s a tale of Bereft in that house which doesn’t y … Continue Reading

She didn’t deserve this. She deserved a full life. To be a wife. To have children. A rose wilted, petals flying away, drifting in the breeze. She didn’t deserve this. Such a kind soul. We release butterflies With love in our hearts, Tears in our eyes. … Continue Reading

I am sorry, mi amore Platanus; all the trees hanging over the river on the corner, sweet locust and sycamore marching up the steep stream bed to escape the rising tide. I didn’t save you when propane tanks, popping up like otters, played in the river’s … Continue Reading