Since there was some interest in these poems, I figured I’d post a few more. I do not have images of all of the poems, which is something I need to work on. Anyway, enjoy. And thanks for reading.

This is one of about twenty poems I did using Susan Brownmiller’s book Femininity as the ground for a new narrative. They are tenatively titled “Loose the Stays”, but since the format is odd, I haven’t really published them. I have been trying to figure out how to make them work in print. Currently, I […]

That is our body, there are fuses–sometimes the arcing electricity is blinding,blows cicuit breakers breaking under the weightof secrets and sorrow and singularity Sparking, this is my bodyin the shadows This is my body that confusesand confesseslights up the darknesswith quick flames — that lick the sore spots This is my body a confessionan omission […]

To the you who I have lost: there are so many, reallyhow to find the words–and then speakthem out of stillness in words, losses become more real, more palpable sometimes, easier to be wordless as if describing makes it so So losing that sparkallows you to suffocate and fadeyou did that–too long–faded, I mean. So […]