Poetry: My Fast Food
In 2010, when I was in the midst of my Renaissance–and a Creative Writing course at UCONN–it occurred to me that the …
Poetry: i. am. irrelevant.
I wrote this poem in late spring/early summer 2015. I was struggling at the time with feeling ineffectual: like my actions were …
Poetry: Inevitable
Why do you always feel so inevitable?* The step that must be taken, mind willing or not. Entwined with my soul, you …
Poetry: escape
want desperately, but cannot have… run away. new identity-new life-new love a dream phasing in and out… focus focus focus i don’t …
Poetry: Melting
Melting in my pool of unfulfilled fantasy; I will never know your tongue now. I was desired once. I think. The cherry …
Poetry: The Secret
Amidst stacked scarlet strawberries, purply pomegranate pyramids and orgasmic origami oranges– visions of perfection, tempting one to capture their eternal essence– is …
Ode to a Samwich
My nearly-6-year-old is a budding poet. I discovered this gem in the living room (not hidden with the lettuce, mind you): Ow …
Poetry: Determination
The flower, growing out of the waste of the world— Beauty in darkness and filth, Blooming in spite of adversity. Springing from …
Poetry: Flighty
I am that bleached-blonde robin red-breast, gulping golden glasses every Thursday night: siren of spring to some, boring bird to others, desperate …