A clattering sound made me twitch back to see it even though I’d been turning away, but it turned out to be the rod clattering slightly in the towel rack, a sound like the clattering of dishes when the children are jumping, which reminded me of the earthquake, a small one, that rattled the china... Continue Reading →

I dreamed my love had found me my children gathered too put down all their weapons eased their hearts cried their fill then they began to play like they did when they were young and when I woke I’d forgotten all my dreaming days were done. I went down to make the coffee sat by... Continue Reading →

I eye the thin stretch of fabric between my legs. I am just eleven years old, but there it is. Silent tears fall. I have used all the rolls of toilet paper But the red doesn’t stop. I hug myself there in the bathroom until Heavy pounding shakes the door. I stand swiftly and pull... Continue Reading →

I listened to your rantings for so long I began to think they were my own, Indistinguishable—the self from the other, So the chase was set, the escape inevitable. To be locked inside a tirade Changes the poles on your compass— Let loose in too many directions is Just as bad as being stuck, immobile,... Continue Reading →

I heard the haunting voice of the western screech owl like a human voice shrieking through the dark puzzled thunder of night, it awakened my fretting mind, and illuminated my ebony memories. The voice, like rain pouring through the gaps in the weary hours of the night caused me to contemplate the absurdity, of my... Continue Reading →

I didn’t silence easily, not even as a child I spoke first and listened later to the embarrassed laughter or pourings of outrage from adult mouths. I resisted my mother’s attempts to quieten me, I knew it would ruin me, arrest my development, curtail my growth, my flowering. So I was ready for you when... Continue Reading →

A belowdecks storeroom— bottles and vials spilled from drawers and shelves at sea in rough waters-- was locked three years. Mr. May and Chief Payne said to go down and clean it up. It was like a bunch of dead little birds, the crinkled brown bags, torn cardboard boxes, broken glass, bulkheads and overhead peeling,... Continue Reading →

If you never again picked up a pen and scrawled sweet odes to my beauty and strength across a page, it would be no matter to me. You would remain my breathing ballad. The way you stand taller when you see me enter the room... The words you write across my naked body with your... Continue Reading →

Purplish sunsets laydown shadows of hope and expectations upon the asleep forest, Delicate nuances of white, reflecting the light on the gleaming snow transcend us in a divine realm. A fascinating crystalline exhibit of ice flowers, hand-painted on our windows inspires our muse, The gentle snowflakes' dance invites us to unity, bringing happiness. A magical... Continue Reading →

Things are stacked against the wall. Boxes, suitcases, shelves, toys, fans. The movers will be here next week; all that is left is to break down those last essentials for the final night: bed, computer desk, vodka, mixers, a single glass. It is easier this time than last, only one person’s life packed away, one... Continue Reading →