Category Archives: poetry

Corvid

Posted on November 6, 2019 by

You perch in silhouette on overhead power lines, a black bird cutout from the gray-mottled clouds. I’ve read that you recognize faces, and can distinguish the friendly from the ill-willed. I’ve read that you can even pass that specific discernment … Continue reading →

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Kept Woman

Posted on November 4, 2019 by

I was a kept woman: kept from wanting, kept from having; kept at home, kept at arm’s length; kept alive, kept from living. I kept my head down, kept my opinions to myself. I couldn’t keep up. I gave up. … Continue reading →

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Portrait

Posted on October 8, 2019 by

He smelled of pipe tobacco, Prince Albert to be precise. His soft jaw with a half day’s stubble looked scratchy, but I never ventured to touch it and find out. A dark amber bottle – Blitz beer — perpetually clamped … Continue reading →

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Fifth Annual Festival Fail

Posted on October 7, 2019 by

I was set; had the flyer marked, which events and where, all within walking distance once parked. I’d set my alarm, then canceled one minute early, overwhelmed by baseless fears I thought I’d set aside. Setting my sights on next … Continue reading →

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autumn wind

Posted on October 4, 2019 by

  brisk October breeze chapped leaves rustle in complaint summer blows away

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vortex

Posted on September 26, 2019 by

You are the funnel circling the bathtub drain. You gurgle incomprehensible complaints and accusations. You suck vacuously at lavender scented air, all the while choking back the bile of sewer sludge that tickles your throat. Your vortex pulls in stinky … Continue reading →

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Ink Bats

Posted on September 10, 2019 by

He is old, balding and bespectacled. A Freudian slip of a man in a sweater vest sitting across from me. “I’m going to show you some white cards with black ink blots,” he says, “and I want you to tell … Continue reading →

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