To be labeled as a new arrival,in maternity wards, at baggage claims, a shop’s window display,softly pink and weary travels and small paper tags.To be born, to be delivered, to be bought and to be sold. Or perhaps it’s a Christmas gift wrapped in shiny red paperand safely tucked under an aluminum tree.Another trinket, another … Continue reading (New) Arrival(s)
She places her hand upon the barre, lithe muscles and sharp mind reviewing her senior repertoire. Her teacher says she’ll go far. A stretch of powder pink satin scratches her skin and a bandage has started to peel from her shin. Her teacher says she’ll go far. Though broken toes are taped together, unyielding to … Continue reading Arabesque, the Best
I remember when I was small, and blonde and quiet and all the other things I forgot how to be, I would wrap my arms around a baby doll, hug her to my chest and whisper in her plastic ear, “I love you, Maddie.” I would chew on her cloth fingers and draw on her … Continue reading Cabbage Patch
In this piece, I was inspired by Laura Chalar’s “Over dark water - August 1820: The Shelleys move to Bagni di Pisa” and a line within that read “standing at the stern in dappled light.” Standing at the stern in dappled light, a shield slung across his back, heavy with iron and wood and muddy … Continue reading Battleship
National Poetry Month Entry #1 | Prompt: life as a metaphor Smooth, steady stride across new pavement fresh breeze rustling hair sun-warmed shoulders Measured, deliberate steps around disturbed earth dried thorns grabbing sleeves cold mud under fingernails Slow, unbalanced shuffle up the final hill wet socks rubbing blisters sweating, breathless and tired
Typewriter Moon 