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Coming to Terms with Sobriety

photograph by Matt Mooney My words seem looser, Harder to hold. Like grainy sand that slides between your fingers. You lay down to feel...

A Shelter without Edges

photograph by Matt Mooney Curled fists, I resort to baby talk. it’ll be okay. it’ll be okay. I don’t swat at bees, anymore. Ever since...

Spring Air

Particles, or fragments, settle inside my chest. The wind knocks my door as if I’m expecting someone. Invisible loneliness, I’ve heard...

Raggedy Ann

You wanted to kiss her, you wanted to make love to her. But all you ever got was a puppet, waiting to be filled. She fell in love with...

This is a Political Poem

Windows and screens peer into homes, webs of worlds into the unknown children seeing circuses filled with fat, white men, we eat the pigs...

Transitional Shame

My name is not as strong as yours. You taunt my fragility. A quiet sunset dips into creation, Tugging on my hair, you whisper, Come here....

Waiting

photograph by Matt Mooney Tell me your stories, whisper while the windows swing open. Ancient murmuring slither across wrinkled...

Kaleidoscope Clones

The trees tell me ancient legends - I giggle this while googly-eyed, playing your pan flute. In and out of kaleidoscope dreams, I carry...