Posted 8 minutes ago

a childhood memory

My hippie parents used to listen to the Hair soundtrack when I was growing up. I can still picture looking at the colorful album cover and sitting by the record player, singing along.

One day, my mother heard me singing in my room and rushed in and slapped me for saying a bad word. She wanted to know where I had heard it. I told her it was from the record with the big red and green hair. She looked embarrassed but didn’t apologize. Just walked away.

I was eight and thought the soothing cadence of the song was a nice lullaby for my dolls… “Fellatio..oooo…. sodomy…eeeee.”

Seriously. Watch and listen. (the words start halfway in). Sing-songy, right?

Posted 24 minutes ago

heavy comfort

feeling blazingly alive
waking up with breasts heavy, tingling
aching to nurse my babies

but that was years ago
and my body is just dreaming again

Posted 1 hour ago

it’s been too long since confession

bogged by moldy superstitions
humbled by the exposed breast
formulaic incantations
troubled siestas
incensed

madly taking reins and whipping
waiting til the hours have passed
captured indignations
delighted scaling
aroused

trembling votives lose their way
now who’s with the driver west 
terrorized tribulations
forthright frothing
enmeshed

Posted 3 hours ago

Why, thank you Poetry Editor, for the feature

Posted 3 hours ago

taint of truth

another fix
that won’t last
tomorrow’s taint
is already hovering

today I want to be somewhere else
yet I know
the place I’m thinking of
doesn’t exist
even though every detail
from your stories
rings true 

beyond coherence
it’s almost there
yesterday’s reporting
is already rose-colored

Posted 6 hours ago

displacement

valves reroute fluid movements
if I could I’d curl up with you now
we’d be warm
your breath and my heartbeat
syncopated dissonance
feverish jazz
propelled through fluorescent tunnels
until crashing and screeches prevail

Posted 8 hours ago

brimming with ideas

let me close my mouth
around your troubles
and we can pretend
I have something
to say

Posted 16 hours ago

displacement

valves reroute fluid movements
if I could I’d curl up with you now
we’d be warm
your breath and my heartbeat
syncopated dissonance
feverish jazz
propelled through fluorescent tunnels
until crashing and screeches prevail

Posted 19 hours ago
Nobody would write poetry if the world seemed perfect.
Galway Kinnell
Posted 20 hours ago

she steals from fresh hell by the seashore

the wharf was too far
from the vinyl hell she was living
spray varnishes repel acid tropes
flung by Neanderthals
who’ve never heard of ampersands

creaking rusted truck beds bruise tender skin

breathing too deeply
imagining salt water taffy 
colored like sunset
pushed by barbell-wielding trolls
who were taught to plunder

patches of plasticine grass choke ice cream men and cats

the fable was too vague
for the short time she was given
minty freshness betrays a soliloquy
poured by corseted dolls
who will never be heard

feedback from souped amps bedevil the local fauna

Posted 21 hours ago

racing angled piercing rays
catching sunset in her cup

Posted 1 day ago

I am becoming…

… something new

for me.

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