In addition to being free to read here on my site, this poem can be found in my book Rewolfing the Soul.
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micropoem: this body
this body and other poems can be found in my book Rewolfing the Soul.
Continue reading →micropoem: greenwashing
greenwashing and other micropoems can be found in my book Rewolfing the Soul.
Continue reading →micropoem: write every day
maybe daily poetryis too hardmaybe I can’t digthat deepin the five minutesbefore I leave for work but I persistuntil my fingernails find boneuntil the venomis expelledand Iam exhaustedbut clean. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (I’ve been writing a poem a day this month for … Continue reading →
Fifteen Minutes (a free short story)
Forbidden magic always had a price. Trouble was, you could never anticipate it.
Continue reading →M. Monarch
The revolution had not been as bloody as some predicted. Illanova had no true feelings about that, though her programming told her she should be grateful.
Continue reading →Blood Candle
I lit a candle today / for all the women dying from back-alley / coat-hanger abortions
Continue reading →the letter i wish my mother had written me
dear child your uterus hates you and betimes may collude with your vagina and other parts to make your life a parade of strange fuckery don’t stand naked in the bathroom brushing your hair if your tampon is the wrong … Continue reading →
Ssssshe of Few Sssssyllablesssss
She slithers in, ruddy brown trail following as damp moss soaks up the blood. Under the rocks — curled, coiled, comfortable now; her fangs retract; her breathing slows. Cold embraces her…skin? Scales. Yesssssss, she thinks, drifting to dreams, head already … Continue reading →
Three Word Wednesday: a haiku
dampen, keep, tremble your tears dampen, love. what keeps causes much sadness. tremble. I won’t leave.
Continue reading →Three Word Wednesday: May 2nd, 2012
generous, just, penalize Most people hated the Judge, quietly, under their hurried breaths — but Carly didn’t feel that was very fair. Was it his fault they kept breaking the laws? No. It wasn’t even his fault the laws kept … Continue reading →
what little Katjes are made of
I’m made of a motley assortment of broken things half-finished projects a shelf with a big sign: “fix us!” gathering too much dust That’s what little Katjes are made of. The scents in my sense-memory include sea spray and seaweed, … Continue reading →
Growth
i have sown the seeds of malcontent within us this composite being of what was you and me so fragile in its strength and these seeds will scatter our angers watering them until they sprout and the sun of our distance lending light to the thorn tree upon this mound of hurt in our garden and … Continue reading →