rabbit hiding in the bushesscowling at the woodwaiting for the wind to settleand Spring to be on her wayrabbit unwhite,brown, gray, the color of leftover snowable to hang close to the brushto charge out and awaywith hidden knowledge of trafficpatternsthis being is close to the groundbut muscled enough to scatter soil and seedin her wake... Continue Reading →
My dreams are like ghosts:they come and go as they pleasein a river called sleep.They break the silence,white shapeless company,looming amid the darkness,haunting me with my mistakes—long forgotten by day’s rest.When I find myself awake,they cease to exist. Read More in Poetry
Bless me, Father. I can’t conceive.I am barren as gum-spotted sidewalk cement.Forlorn in my failure to transubstantiate cells.Wombed guilty in my shadow-shivering,wombed empty, unquickened,wombed naked in the gold and flame sanctuary,wombed at the stake in the grit, dirt square.I am sinful in my innocence,wombed transgression,wombed stain uncleansed,wombed sweat and blood and semen soiled.Wombed heartily.In the... Continue Reading →
I never had an abortion butone morning I needed Plan B.I asked the pharmacist in hushed tones buthe stared back loudly andlooked me up and down.I felt examined and exposed as heslid the box across the cool counter with his cool eyesthat judged a woman he had never met.I shook off his stare; I’d seen... Continue Reading →
about this piece I Am on the Fence2018Watercolor on paper6" x 4" See More in Art...
I always loved his handsEspecially in the later years —Holding and being held.“Lefty” they called him whenyoung at handball and stickball in Bronx alleys;Or when bowling as long as Icould remember.Though short were the dayswith classroom-rapped knucklesfor writing in that sinister way,Later he made it rightReading the world inNewspapers, edition upon folded edition,Drinking in sports’... Continue Reading →
about this piece Seashell Translations2018Watercolor on paper7.5" x 5.5" See More in Art...
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Looking back, I never stop being amazed by the fact that it took me so long to realize that my back hurt. But, yes, I have back pain. I tried telling myself for some time that it was the plain discomfort of sleeping on a rather sagging mattress, or a temporary effect of overexertion, the... Continue Reading →
about this piece Vamos Brincar2007Black and white digital photograph2587 x 1733 px See More in Art...
