I was born aboard the Titanic many years ago. The ship that “even God himself cannot sink” according to its builders. What Man has pieced together, let nothing put it under – the cold North Seas.
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Orion Is A Mother
Orion will teach me the answers to questions I ask through chattering teeth. Diffused along the smoky veil of my condensed breath, diluted among the ragged inhale of subsiding sobs. Barefoot under the thin shadow of a moonlit dogwood tree I endure the sharp winter air. My small body squatted, legs tucked inside my pound…
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Severe Mercy
It’s freezing here- No it’s actually too hot. I tried to like it And YOU Failed Me By placing me In a desert With invisible walls.
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No
No. A simple word, Two letters. A determiner. An exclamation. An adverb. The absence of something. We start by saying “no” to the things that we don’t want, even if we don’t know what we do want.
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Push Pull Me
Below are a couple of poems about ways we self-protect and “pull” people to feel a certain way about us. I have done these, felt these and seen them play out around me. I hope reading about them sheds light on our relationships in a way that acts as a window to let grace in…
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Engaging the Hidden
She shows up without invitation. She sings riddles of other’s rejection. She wears a smile of rage. She reminds of past failures.
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To Be a Mother is to Be Constantly Interrupted
Of half-formed thoughts, of coitus interruptus, It’s heading to the living room and then being called to the kitchen It’s constantly having other’s wants and needs privileged over yours. Don’t read into this though. I am not complaining
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Earthy Roots of a Queenly Crown
“I killed my brother! I killed my brother!” I scream as I run into the street after the ambulance. “No, honey, you did not kill your brother,” my kind neighbor, Lois, pulls me close her voice purring into my numb unhearing ears. “He’ll be okay. It was an accident…an accident.” So many times I’ve been…
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Home
I belong to the Midwest plains California, North Dakota porch swings on hot nights playing basketball with my brother, my dad, not my mother in the moonlight is where I am home.
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Free the Girl
I usually want to look away, but this time, I can’t. The lights are on and my alibis are nowhere to be found.
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