Themselves
Many would like to be younger,and yet no one wants to be held back.There are few who want to be weird,but few who just want to blend in to the pack.Lots of people would like to be funny,but few who … Continued
Many would like to be younger,and yet no one wants to be held back.There are few who want to be weird,but few who just want to blend in to the pack.Lots of people would like to be funny,but few who … Continued
I saw the apricot fall.It hit the dirt with a thud.Now it sits on the groundwith dirt all around,but it tastes so much better than mud.
A month from now, who knows what will beas the future passes through the sieve of realityand straight on to the past, where it can only make us wise.All that I know is it will be a surprise.
I would like to write a songbut nothing on my mind is worth singing about.But I could sing it anywayjust to get it out. Clear my mind of calculationsof who owes who and explanations,Clear my mind of pros and cons … Continued
How do they sliver almonds?That’s what I’d like to know.Do they drop them from a toweronto well-placed blades below?Do they run them past a mandolinewith several sharpened bands?Or do they sit there with a paring knifemaking slivers in their hands?
I am a woman full ofagonizing empathy andwelling convictions,and I don’t know what to say or do.
(In response to this poem by almost the same title) If my vagina were a gun, how careful I would be,knowing that it could mean life or death to somebody.If my vagina were a gun, yes I’d treat it with … Continued
The grass is only green when it rains.If it’s not going to rain, I’d rather have weeds.Or a mix, just in case the weather decidesto do a little of each.
There are no Seven Elevensin this vicinityand so to use our gift card,we have some friends to see.
There’s a place that I hold dear, and that place is Mount Rainier. I haven’t been there in three years. I let out a sigh in lieu of tears.