a new poem! |
Pregnant
It is not likely I will be in the room
when Erika Edwards spits out her baby
so I watch crazy young women
with blurred -out vaginas give birth on T.V.
They push, scream, and share
t...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 13:27:00 GMT |
When Florida Jane got Saved |
The day the hurricane was supposed to hit,
the river looked like fabric shredded by giant cats.
The storm blew over but the white claw marks
on the coca-cola dark St Johns did something.
As the dow...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 21:54:00 GMT |
hair, a poem |
What does it mean if I grow my hair out for you?
Towers, princes, and follicles.
Hair grows on its own.
It's the cutting we avoid
(or seek).
And if it were more
than shoulder length,
I would thr...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 22:14:00 GMT |
Car bomb |
Saffron dust on your car,
Messing up your straight hair-sprayed hair,
Losing thumb war,
--I am trying to write the spell
that makes me love you
surely.
When you’re inside me
I feel it in my...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 17:41:00 GMT |
Candy Habit |
The butterscotch taste like cellophane.I want to take the gold plastic and make flower petals out of it.The hershey’s kisses wrappers come with new sayings on them.I hold on to the one the says...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 17:07:00 GMT |
sonnett sortof |
Russell Miller
We peel back the bright green husk of silver corn
under a blue sky. The bees fly by speaking in tongues.
Not technically my grandfather, I wear your oversized galoshes
while you whi...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 18:06:00 GMT |
A Louise Gluck rip-off poem |
A Cool Night
Yesterday the moon was not shining
So my husband lit a fire log in the pit--
He stays outside with nothing but a cigarette
Smoking, as though his life had just been
Cut a decade. Burni...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 19:56:00 GMT |
Rainbow Bright |
One morning my mother put food coloring in my oatmeal. I was six years old and disgusted.
"Why is this purple?!"
"Rainbow Bright came by" she said exicitedly.
"She did not. She's a cartoon."
I should...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 19:00:00 GMT |
Eager |
A dog, small black dog, with up-pointed ears, a low belly and a curled up tail came down the driveway yesterday. It looked like a pig. Rocky, my father's dog, didn't notice it till it barked hello and...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 18:47:00 GMT |
Tree frogs |
Tree frogs are croaking their song into the night 3000 miles away.
Here, I hear nothing but a restless dog whose age has made breathing difficult.
I try to pray but I'd rather call old boyfriends I've...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 18:34:00 GMT |
