Sometimes I Fall Down

When I said I had to leave I meant: these 13th floor windows look too much like doorways. I meant: I'm a fish drowning in all this air. ...

In honor of these women , today I write landai: Sisters: they tell us we are not enough! But they are forests chastising matchsticks. -...

It won't come up on you all of a sudden like joy or spring rain or the first time you held someone's hand because you liked them...

When my mother dies I will plant her body inside my belly, safe to grow again.  I will deliver her back to life.  I will deliver some...

I will cut off all my hair and send it to you in a box wrapped in gift paper some holiday design or perhaps an old map, tie it all up w...

Back on the 18th I wrote four poems.  I figured that didn't put me ahead, as I still wanted to write every day. I got a little beh...

because i went to a super awesome groovy slam with a super awesome groovy after party and anyway i still managed to write two poems at the s...

Haiku: the clap can be cured even a cold goes away but depresson?  oohf. This prompt , which gave me a ghost line from Tara Hardy . S...

In the video, I am almost in my mother's lap, but not quite. She is holding a book with one arm around me; I am not yet four.  I stru...

The Pill Bottle Tells The Truth: I am not making her better. I am making her less worse. Call them diamonds, call them footballs, c...

A poet uses metaphors when she’s afraid of direct honesty.  A poet never fears honesty, do not misunderstand me, it’s just sometimes ...

Shakespeare doesn’t give a flying fuck if you like his sunglasses.  Doesn’t care.  Wears them cuz he wants to, cuz they feel good, ...

at night in bed in your sleep your feet hug mine: toes wiggle, heels nuzzle, arches cradle; you moan- but never wake. in this mom...

The day I killed my mother, I got out my Sunday best, washed it again, just to be sure, pressed it with starch, curled my hair, flossed. ...

It’s okay to eat nothing but cookies, or boxed macaroni and cheese; you’re grown now, an adult, as they say, and now you can stay ...

I love that there is an answer to all things. Look long enough, hard enough, look in the closet behind the box of your father’s ashe...

To The Coworker Who Said, Loudly, In His Man Voice In His Man Body, In The Kitchen When Her Song Came On The Radio, "Rihanna Deserve...

I am a song of death never meant to be sung.  I did not write myself into being, I was collaged, Frankenstein-style, by men with minds l...

If you want to tell jokes to the moon, you must abandon all your old tricks.  She's heard them.  Knows the one-two-jab, the dance and ...

My partner plays footsie... while completely fast asleep. It's the most darling phenomenon. Or will roll over and heave this big sigh ...