Sometimes I Fall Down

enough soul and a home after francine j harris Every soul deserves a good arm chair. and a grave.  The soul says, no more cell in my li...

There are curse words far worse than Shit or Fuck or Cunt. Let these words be so despicable that no one ever utters them again. Let th...

I finally fell behind after being ahead or on time all month... Bitchcraft: Text your sisters. Bring lipgloss and sweetgrass -- mix glitte...

for Dan I've just found one ant in my sugar bowl. Not moving. What a beautiful death. I stir neighboring granules into my co...

I am Tired: of being angry about houses I don't have the tools to rebuild. I'm tired of waiting for flowers to arrive.  Tired of ...

I am Mad: as a swarm of curses, mad as lightning, mad as ice. I'm as angry as a mother bear who never had a cub.  I'm chewing ...

Your honor, the fault lies somewhere between her floating breasts, the way she sirened me into driftwood, how the hooves of her lips left...

SUPPOSE after Maureen Micus Crisick Renisha's knock had been met with a neighbor saying My God, you look terrified, please, let me ...

The first time she picked me up I was a fraction.  Less than a tenth, surely. Swaddled, capped, or maybe still covered in blood and shit ...

here is a mess of dishevelry: a frizzy woman on a crowded train cross legged in the floor     beholding      out the left windows: ragge...