Is it your desire to destroy the sleeping city tucked away beneath the mockingbird’s broken wing? There are not just mouths, there are not just eyes and thighs asleep inside. Swallows get swallowed. Doves lock Peace away inside themselves, secret and safe in their iron hearts. Crows attack the sky and fall. The mockingbird tries … Continue reading Not Just Birds
Stolen fairy tale girls never get to take the easy way. —SJ Tucker Girl Into Devil (I Belong to Me) When you say princess you mean little girl lost in the darkness, rotting lace and wind whistling through bleach blonde bones. Only decay loves a dead girl walking. But when you see this princess tearing … Continue reading Primer for the Future King
for that high school be(a)stie we lost contact with holes in her hoodie holes in her cigarettes holes in her pregnancy test holes in her shaking hands holes in her voice holes in her fear holes in her ferocity holes in her will to live holes in her teacup holes in her tablecloth holes in … Continue reading Holy Woman
Last year the city ran down to the frozen river. She threw her face against the rocks, the tatters of her brain crystalized as they oozed from her broken eyes. When we found her we combed the tangles from her hair and cracked open her skull. Rose quartz stained with a grey sky kept us … Continue reading Lupercalia
Your passing was a trick of the light, your voice echoed off of the waves that crashed into the harbor. Another day, another day without the sounds of the storm.
(after the death of Wislawa Szymborska, February 1, 2012) I take the petit four of your poem and put it in my mouth; let my tongue soak it up— soft words dissolving softly as a spring weekend —inhale the sugar flower. The decadent scrim of icing glosses over everything. “The sun rises and the sun … Continue reading Poem of a Poet I Admire
A girl falls down, keening and a mother picks her up. People stare at the sound of mourning.