There’s a deep hush now, on my exit.All that’s left is the faint raspingof trombone slides and music stands,the rustling of a breathless orchestra under our feetThe house lights dim to twilightand the velvet curtain skims the stagewhile stage-hands dressed in shadowssilently dismantle the scene.I am winded in the wings.The buzzing inside my head is … Continue reading Paris, 1867
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
Bare and broken branches litter the groundand the smell of heavy, wet and earth hangs overhead.Small girls in flannel nightshirts are crownedby halos of sweat-damp curls as they dream in bed.A dying autumn breeze now slips through the forest,through the wind-whipped oaks and elms and pine,and scatters leaves across the pavement before usas you slip … Continue reading November, Before the Morning After
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
Typewriter Moon 