I do not own a closetof mourning clothesI have neverinked the names of my deadon tender forearmsin solemn homagethe list too longmy arms too shortto box with GodI am a motherless childwho grieved too longfor the comfort of othersleft me wondering if griefis considered contagiousa virus?what is the suitable period of mourningfor loss of identityas … Continue reading A Suitable Period of Mourning
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Ordinary Magic
moonlight and shadow play against my walls trace my curves reveal my secrets in this backside of the night owls swoop by my open window hooting softly in the velvet dark black cats swirl around my ankles while I crush lavender and thyme between my fertile palms and begin to weave my spells © 2017 … Continue reading Ordinary Magic
A Suitable Period of Mourning
I do not have a closet full of mourning clothes I have never inked the names of my dead on my tender forearms in solemn homage the list too long my arms too short to box with God I am a motherless child who grieved too long for the comfort of others left me wondering … Continue reading A Suitable Period of Mourning
Wire in the Blood
Originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective the line between the face I show the world and my shadow self increasingly grows thin superimposed images blur no longer clear where one ends and the other begins I walk deliberately heel to toe on the knife’s edge between light and dark heaven and hell embracing … Continue reading Wire in the Blood
Ordinary Magic
moonlight and shadow play against my walls trace my curves reveal my secrets in this backside of the night owls swoop by my open window hooting softly in the velvet dark black cats swirl around my ankles while I crush lavender and thyme between my fertile palms and begin to weave my spells © 2017 … Continue reading Ordinary Magic
Wire in the Blood
Originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective The line between the face I show the world and my shadow self increasingly grows thin Superimposed images blur No longer clear where one ends and the other begins I walk deliberately heel to toe on the knife’s edge between light and dark Heaven and … Continue reading Wire in the Blood