Category: Poetry

I  share my room with a colony of memories, they live inside my blankets and pillows, and come fluttering out at night when I dream. They flit here and there across my bedroom scratching on the remnants of my thoughts, chewing up the day’s ebbing hours: In my half
i still remember the embarrassment i feltas i walked back to apartment numberthree zero seven, from my manic sprint around the block,tobacco stuck between my teeth and gums,legs buckled inwards and shaking violently; they saw my bloodshot eyes anda
i built a dam of stoneto patch a leak in my brain,keeping hasty yearningsto myself, but cracks beganforming as my vision blurred,he asked if i was okay,i said yes, why the hell did i say yes? i shoveled sand into
On these morningsbed sheets reach the corners of my earssighing and reaching for more blankets, I realizecoolness has touched the clouds as it has me the pavement matches the sky bestwhen grey shingles and white colonialsdim their tones for
The autumn night my sister was releasedfrom Bellevue, dressed in a rough shroudof brown burlap,my mother told me to take her upstairsand bathe her.I filled the old tub with hot water,gathered a bar of Ivory soap andthe green bottle
aspirate. fizzle the “s.” sidestep a first kiss. sidestep last. west coast swing dance, pretzel in saddle shoes, hopscotch, stagger, oscillate on offbeat toes, forget how it goes. graduation. June, July, August.  intermission, flings before last vanishings, …that’s it—soft satin Tuesday, swirl skirt, someone
On the painting by Vincent van Gogh The trees are aflame.The stars are ablaze.The moon swirls as it dances through the night.The Milky Way curlsin light waves breaking on the shores of the far horizon.The steeple, the people in their homesalight

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