My poetry endeavors are one of the many things keeping me busy this year. I keep an updated list of publications at my personal poetry site. The Kurt Vonnegut Museum & Library in Indianapolis will host a free party and poetry reading at noon this Sunday, November 11th. The event is being held as part... Continue Reading →
"We leave while he sleeps. In the slack-mouthed morning, we spit on the doorhinge to soften its sound. Every night my father falls asleep with his hands wringing the voice out of my throat. A blood-thin song trickling out of my mouth. I drive..." -Read the entire poem at Frontier.
"If it’s true that the devil has his finger In every pie, he must be waiting For the night to fall, the darkness to Thicken in the yard, so we won’t see him..." -Read the entire poem at Threepenny Review.
"I’m tired of being a woman. I walk into grocery stores and laundromats wet with the cracked face of a maidenhead lurching across the Atlantic. I want to sleep like a seed in stony ground. I want the phone to stop biting my ear. I want to forget the bills and keep the lights on.... Continue Reading →
"...I still hear his laughter: the sound of a man freed from prison, the sound of escape when all seems blessed, until that newness settles like snow into heaviness over all he sees." -Read the entire poem at Barzakh.
"If at night on a piece of paper I write now it is night and I sleep, when I wake it will be a lie. But when does truth leave? Like wings in a dream didn’t it have lift and dark body?..." -Read the entire poem and hear the audio version at The Puritan.
"You married such a sick woman do you regret it now? The way I’ve tortured us for years the way I burned the house down – I made the children, I made the beds left in disarray; tatters, unstable teens haunt me like a rotting womb the bodies I grew in it, now untombed Released... Continue Reading →
"...the girl hid in the ditch when the headlights fogged over the hill, an alarm of red brakes beating in her veins. Say the country is not as wild and clean as people think, weeds and garbage bellied against the hand- hammered fence. Say when the sun rises the crows will zero down to count... Continue Reading →
“like the sky I’ve been too quiet everyone’s forgotten I’m here I’ve tried all the usual tricks / pretending I’ve just been made terrifying like a suddenly carnivorous horse like a rabid hissing / sapphire the medical response has been clear sit patiently until invited to leave…” Read & listen to audio of the rest of the... Continue Reading →