poem 27 2017

April 27, 2017 § Leave a comment


round*a*bout this business of circling
back to figure out the what’s what of where
you’ve been and calibrating memory
to account for its own folly


poem 26 2017

April 26, 2017 § 1 Comment

Who among us?

Whose turn is it now
to know, to say
so we can all hear so we can
all know that, that thing that was
done in the name of all that is
good, was wrong, that thing that
you said in the name of all who
are good is wrong, whose turn
is it now to know
the differences?

poem 25 2017

April 25, 2017 § Leave a comment

over under loop-ti-loop

like back when I was too much of a princess to be smoking
my Kool menthols on the damned porch so I quit, and now
knowing and sure as shit *saying* no way am I going to be
relegated to the backroom as if my underpinnings are not
glossy enough to be shown in public so here we go loop-ti
-li & say now I can see graffiti for what it is;
an antidote to complicit

poem 24

April 24, 2017 § Leave a comment

rule # 13

you can’t talk and learn at the same time

poem 23 2017

April 24, 2017 § 2 Comments

life story
meant to would have;
never meant to;
meant to would have;
never meant to; did

Poem 22 2017

April 22, 2017 § Leave a comment


Composed at the case, here. say. press

poem 21 2017

April 21, 2017 § Leave a comment

ace pitcher put on D.L. after dirt bike accident

circling back around to what might be
the beginning as if there was one

folding clean clothes as if my life depended on it

works as long as it does