Awkward Underwater RelationsShe does a crab danceAwkward Underwater Relations1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
while looking at those who swim
hoping that someone will understand
(no one usually does)
Lizzie Borden Took an Axe (rewrite)Lizzie Borden took an axe,Lizzie Borden Took an Axe (rewrite)4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And gave her mother nineteen whacks.
When that deed was said and done,
She gave her father ten plus one.
My call to the Mental Health Hotline.Hello, and welcome to the Mental Health Hotline.My call to the Mental Health Hotline.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you are incisive compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, ask someone to press 2 for you.
If you have multiple personalities, press 3456.
If you are paranoid, we know what you are and we know what you want. Stay on this line and we’ll trace your call.
If you’re delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship.
If you are schizophrenic, listen close and the small voice will tell you what number to press.
If you are depressive then it doesn't matter which number you press, no one will answer you.
If you are dyslexic, press 69696969.
If you have a nervous disorder, please fidget with the hash key until the beep. After the beep, please wait for the beep.
If you have short term memory loss, try your call again later.
And if you have low self-esteem, just hang up. All our operators are too busy to talk to
six steps to fixing youstep onesix steps to fixing you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cry. scream. bang your fists against the walls
that keep you locked inside.
kick your feet in the air. tell your sister she's stupid
and wrong and that you've never loved her.
cry. scream. apologize via him to you.
let your tears catch on your lashes
until you can no longer see anything but your own
demise. taste the bitterness left in
your mouth from your own bitching and rot in it.
break a mug. break two. kick
the pieces around the kitchen floor and cry some more.
break a plate. break a cup. break a bowl.
break a finger because nothing can take away this
sort of pain. you are empty and yet
you are filled with so much anger.
break a razor and paint pictures across your skin.
you are okay, you tell them.
you break three days later and you lie
in bed, unable to move.
start picking up the pieces. clean up the mess
you've made and he's left.
use windex to polish off the dirt and
A Moment on the LipsWhen my voice stains your lips,A Moment on the Lips8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you taste me for the first time,
what flavors come to mind?
A jolting spark like fizzy Pop Rocks,
Or salty tears and bitter resentment,
because I'm already broken and bent?
Please don't treat me like a fleeting moment.
Throw shadeThey're feeding you to the piranhas of their soulsThrow shade7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(if they have any)
They're picking you apart, piece by piece
(you're ragged in their arms)
People like you are eaten away by their abuse
(they think they have the right)
Get out of the water, they warn
(but you're headfirst, losing breath)
Kindness and respect are your oxygen
(you have to make your own)
Ambition and compassion are your fins
(stronger and sturdier than theirs)
You'll swim deeper
(your success will light the way)
So encourage them to keep throwing shade
They're gonna need it when you shine.
The KrakenThe Kraken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your life is a boat
Wandering the desolate seas.
But then nothing.
Until the heavens open.
The seas waves grow and grow
Hitting your mast,
What guides you
pulling you on your right path.
In the dark deep waters
Lurks a demon.
A demon so big
It will swallow you whole.
until your last dying breath.
Your worst enemy.
It will wrap its deadly tentacles around you.
Squeeze away your pleading scream.
It's your life's worst enemy.
BlessingMy father strangled a birdBlessing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
quietly, calm as gravity,
there in the garden. He bent
as if praying to the torqued wing
reddening his hand.
The night hunkered down on the screaming
wildness, on the kicking legs, the abrupt
and awe-filled silence. I watched him
watch the beak open, close,
like rippling lake water.
I loved him, the mercy
of his heavy knuckles, the kindly
He closed the beak like a priest
closes the eyes.
Weekend HikeBlue dawn. After one last stretch, I start alone up Kennesaw Mountain.Weekend Hike5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the sparrow's song
Most Sundays, I would be joined by mom and, if we can budge him, my kid brother. Today they have opted for church. I don't mind the solitude. Walking alone, I focus on breathing, slow and deep into the stomach. In martial arts, this is called Qi Gong. The old masters would breathe this way to increase their longevity.
on the young girl's lips
Passing a field, I'm surrounded by butterflies. Swallowtails, Hairstreaks, even a Southern Dogface! I've never seen so many at once. Among the insects, hikers scour bushes for ripening blackberries. According to the guidepost, this is where General Sherman suffered his heaviest casualties.
the cannon packed
The Truth About AutumnIndian summer eases into full-blown autumnThe Truth About Autumn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I put my jacket on for the first time since spring
And walk the path we used to walk
Alone now, the wind seems colder
The trees duller, quicker to lose their leaves
And bare the ugly truth between their branches
The truth that it was you who brought the colors
I pass by the pumpkins at the grocer's but do not buy
resistanceThe key to happiness is to always be fucking somethingresistance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am incapable
because I let it
go only to a certain point
arrhythmia is a tremor,
a Malthusian catastrophe
less solvent than snow.
The renegade who serves
my synapse sequences knows
this, and she develops fevers
to quell my dependence on
our forest of censored souls.
Mine is a passive immunity.
She makes tsetse flies,
fills them with blinks,
and releases them as impulses
that vaccinate my love against
the hurting. I'm not so deep
and I know nothing of suffering.
hidden tearsi lock away he painhidden tears4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
put away the fears
show you only smiles
not the hidden tears
Summer Renga1.Summer Renga7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the beggar receives
my brother adds wings
to the chalk dragon
all six hands
of the hornet
mountain pass coyote eyes in xenon
wraps the sky
a photo of grandpa
the sleeping toddler
her sundress dips
from the cornfield
another man's shape
in the darkness
a week of clouds-
my sister paints her nails
the magician makes lunch
Autumn Saku Series1.Autumn Saku Series6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cloudless noon we debate the gender of God
alone in the field
the phone line rocking
the beggar jangles
his change cup
the cubicle office
work day over
the scarecrow's shirt
leaf clutter at his gravestone things I never said
the teenager paints
miles from home
news of her cancer
in stage 2
the bike race slower
leaving the canoe
world hunger report
I turn the potatoes
a second time
city dusk now and then a starling
my grandmother finds
the groundskeeper steps
the Jack O' lantern carved
with an overbite
at the general's feet
a beer can
the widow circles
a singles ad
the trashcan glowing
the evangelist returns
with a pie
Tanka Series 141.Tanka Series 143 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
within this world
of poverty and murder
a brown bat
one by one…
from miles offshore
of my homeland
what it means
to be Black in America…
the same autumn moon
at the end of April
can my heart
to one woman?
the spiral dive
of a red-tailed hawk
from deep in the gut
with no one around,
at an unknown lump
trying to salvage
of another school
a field mouse is born
in the neighbor's yard
steals a glimpse
after Trayvon's death
a little faster
on words of love
of a warbler
explaining Jim Crow
to my f
FaceI.Face3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you are born they will lay you on a magazine cover
and wonder why your face is not the face beneath you yet.
There is a woman set high
and the man beside you wonders why
your face is not the face above you.
Your mother wonders why her face is not the face
in front of her any longer.
She wonders when you will become her.
You try to leave your face behind you,
and wonder why you're running in place.
MasqueradeMasquerade5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wear our masks like shields;
Protecting us from
Who we really are.
We can't hide forever.
Mass of bodies
At one with the music, and
I see him.
Across the room he sits,
Wrapped up in his own enigma,
For that person,
One who will see beyond the mask.
Who will comprehend without judgement,
One who will care enough
To try. To see what he wants so much to hide;
What lies beneath
Threatening to shatter his precious disguise.
But what if that person
For whom he waits
Is there, watching.
And the longer she waits,
The further she falls.
Jerking her head away,
As their eyes meet.
She can feel him watching.
Feel his eyes boring into her,
Daring him to move.
There he stays,
Only able to stare.
She can wait no longer.
The hourglass has cracked,
Their time is up.
Wordlessly she turns,
Pulling off her mask;
Guide You HomeYou study the stars on my arms,Guide You Home4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blended constellations set in negative,
as though they could guide you
from your grinding teeth and furrowed brows,
to the final release and the following calm.
You have not asked a question of me.
I, therefore, have no answers for you.
The wheeling sky is paused, silent, skin.
I cannot lead you home,
though you searched my astrology and I, as we
hovered over your body. I am not, I never was
truly set with sky, infinite, omniscient.
I cannot divine the questions caught
behind your open mouth, closed throat.
I am human, and fickle, and finite.
There are no answers in me.
Lazy daysGod, send me a sandy-blonde queenLazy days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the lazy days
for the suckerbears and honeycombs
and that smoldering crocodile apathy
She can be like me,
tossing a chunk of snooty china at the wall -
just to delight in watching the pieces hit the floor
like melting pellets of rain.
Under DreadThe winter, the whole winterUnder Dread4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is sitting on my head, nesting its fingers
in the little hairs over my ears.
Its friend, the great and unnamed doubt,
is leaning against my collarbone
in a most familiar fashion,
and I fall in and out of balance
I have a beauty waiting, warm, willing
on speed dial, but the phone--
where did I leave the phone again?
Beauty is as elusive as
the car keys, which, I swear,
were just in that pocket. I
had my hand on them. The whole winter
keeps coursing its little nails
up and down my neck and taking
all my breath away.
There was a dream I had that
I almost remember, almost remember better
than living yesterday, a dream
of gooey loss, a taffy sorrow that loomed,
loomed, loomed, you see? It was so real,
I just had it.