What’s her name? Simple question from mother to son – recognizing the love-lifted joy of his countenance. I cannot tell, said he, you’ll ask too
Tag: #dverse poets
Invisible Forces
What ideology is this – the feminine clothed in conservatism, carting creatures whose nature is wild – are we to believe women, too, are tractable,
Rapture
It’s odd, this gift of solitude. Perched beside the canal that runs behind our site, I affirm my connection to the earth, give thanks for
Hungering
How can we speak of desire when needs, unmet ravage our sense of survival – we’ll regret this wanton display – flames subside but hunger
Frost Bitten
Gnarly, these withered limbs, this vessel more rigidity than flow, winter upon me, a permanent clouding, sunnier days passed – oh how vivid the imagination
Role Models
When Scarsdale failed, she resorted to corsets, and girdles – trussed up like a teabag – sucked in her bits, hair a touch too red,
