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Category Archives: My Poetry
Hannah’s Lizard
saves her life. Hannah’s emotional support lizard is trained to see the signs and the symptoms and knows when to comfort Hannah. Hannah’s lizard will be able to save her life before any human could or would. Hannah’s lizard is … Continue reading
The Plazas Of Puerto Rico
“Well,” my mother says on the phone, “at least we are all still alive.” By the ‘we’ she means all our immediate and distant relations in Puerto Rico, they are all still alive. Her older sister and husband, my aunt … Continue reading
Cantankerous Tankas
I attended an excellent Tanka workshop with Genie Nakano and I fell in love with the Tanka format. I adore Tankas. My new writing thrill. I am having fun with them. To that end, I asked a few choice friends … Continue reading
Drama in the Parking Lots
Drama in the church parking lot, one man woke another sleeping in a car, and then they got into an argument. You’d think the man sleeping in the car would be a kid or a teenager but this was a … Continue reading
With Girlfriends Like These
Historically humans can be known by their latrines, traced by the detritus in their wake, Calomel at abandoned campsites, Dr. Rush’s little pills. Fish, eggs, garlic, the homeless in the dumpsters, about as obnoxious as Fordyce spots. Mithras wearing surgical … Continue reading
The Body
The body has acquired an extended life, floating down the newly created Venetian canals of New Orleans, almost lazy in disposition, face up like a tourist, gaping at the beaded verandas and abandoned terraces of a moratorium Mardi Gras. The … Continue reading
Hello
Hello, another funeral, another trip home. When the clouds part and the plane dips north to south, like it always does, I see that shoreline creeping over to that crooked finger in the distance. I have to steel myself and … Continue reading
Six Faces
I live in a miasma of ashes and the haze of Southern Comfort, speaking molasses, stuck in sorghum, and the only sweetness in this life was watching her smoke Newport Lights out of the hexahedron. The tiled table top holds … Continue reading
The One I Love
Don’t bite I said biting is base she turned her back to me sat on side of bed kicked her legs out tiny tantrum channel on MTV changed got louder she hummed a song she liked sang she half-knew the … Continue reading
Finger Bitten by a Lizard
On one of my dying days of gardening, a common garter snake crawled down my red mulberry bush. I was puzzled by his beauty, his translucent amber head, underside celeste. He sniffed the air with his tongue, headed towards me … Continue reading
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