What if under our idea of self there is a hard line, an abyss we ignore? Once we have encountered trauma, this line is often hard to bypass.
i felt a throbbing ache in my chest last fall after counting heartthrobs and ribs after eating my weight in chips i sigh at last and the doctor i call she asks if i've been outside lately before sunsets and rainstorms before ravens pick out lost worms she smiles and waves me out gently stomach... Continue Reading →
Knotted face on nodding spine Claimed this home before your time Pinned the sky onto your eye Then turned around and said goodbye Then churned a sound to cause your fright How a while can screech so wild When steps stretch craters wide Death tonight is really taking its time Scratched the... Continue Reading →
Our lives were one from the start And will stay one with all mother’s lives Whatever we do, its too late Too late, she says I see you in every woman And behind every man Where am I? Am I in your belly? Under your foot? On your back? All I know is I’m there... Continue Reading →