underbelly |
In the underbelly of your absence, (you who I have never tasted, never known)I long for residue of palmto lower backto bellyheartthe residue of heatof weightintentionin the underbelly of your absenceI... Posted by on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 22:26:00 GMT |
I come from.... |
I come from the underbelly of my great grandmother's courageFrom the hollow of my father's boyhoodThe ink spill on the kitchen floor the day his father's heart let goThe tremble in his manhood when I ... Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 17:55:00 GMT |
Her Mark |
She waits in blood and earth with patiencefor afterbirth to spill between her thighs (finds kitchen shears to disconnect their heartbeats and returns to morning rituals and evening duties with an infa... Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 21:36:00 GMT |
color me invisible |
Color me invisible so I may walk with arm grenades in devils' shadows.Hair wild. Skin clad in earth songs mud cries sky calls.I am female mornings for the sons who never knew their mothers' breasts.St... Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 14:15:00 GMT |
yours truly |
i love you too although you never say it anymore i'm writing back to letters i am finding as i sort through memories and dust born piles of our time together i am clearing space for pirouettes and cha... Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 14:14:00 GMT |
if i could |
if i could taste the lilies of my mother's belly floating round her wombhow she tied knots in tubes to promise no more birthif i could feel the flesh against my cheek of daddy's love inside her offeri... Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 14:11:00 GMT |
Seven Shots |
September 17th 2006. Eleven thirty something pm. I..m supposed to tell a story. One that needs to be told. On stage. But I don..t know the details. It..s not my story. This story that lives in th... Posted by on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 10:47:00 GMT |