dignity is the
only option, when every
step is agony.
Genre: Poetry
Coven
only shoulders and heads are visible as disembodied
they drift
lit tapers in the fog-light
The why and the how
Why are boats always women,
and where is Long Lake –
how you ride my mind
how to pet a dead horse
how to feed this hoop snake
and always why boats are women.
Blades of Grass
O, tonic dreamscapes.
Peach and rose,
palm-tree green,
like vomited lollipops,
synthetic strawberries,
chocolate milk before the dye.
In Your Flames
I saw each of us more austere on life’s path
more worthy than our union
that encased our love in its own light
The snow kimono
The beauty of the not-beautiful
the day he ordered me divorced
the river was full of ice
but those were times of famine.
So you know all about me then.
I came here to escape