Trigger warnings for discussions about pregnancy. This post focuses around my experience as a cisgendered heterosexual white woman. I had a friend recently suggest that I write some poems about being pregnant. There is a strange… mmm, expectation, I guess, around pregnancy and childbirth where it must immediately change you in a profound way. That’s […]
Once again, I’m not really feeling up to a poem. Which means I’ll have to write THREE tomorrow. Fingers crossed. So here is another far superior poem by a far superior poet. Artificer by Czeslaw Milosz Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk […]
Not really feeling a poem just yet so I’m going to post this amazing Li-Young Lee poem and hope it inspires me for later on today. Persimmons by Li-Young Lee In sixth grade Mrs. Walker slapped the back of my head and made me stand in the corner for not knowing the difference between persimmon […]
I. I write a poem were trees quiver and sun dapples down into some verdant valley. I am not that place. II. Everyone is writing these poems built from bent air and spaces hewn from alternate realities. If trees are there, they are facsimiles. Aspen, Russian Elm, Crab Apple. They drop fruit instead of punctuation. […]
Dear Nephew I write this to you who has lived a hundred years alongside your broken heart. The bargaining stage has come. I will build you terrariums filled with apricot sand and fat armed cacti. I will fashion stars with my hands. They will cascade from your ceiling and through your limbic system. These stars […]
A sometimes life. Open up the bleeding door and the night reeks of buttery sweet flowers. Tongue heavy with the slick choke of fingers shoved down the throat. Bite off at the knuckles to breathe again.
Heartbroken and hating writing. Not a tiny revelry moment.