My pen dropped
My words stopped
Stuck in a square
They say they’re
Caught in circles
Round and round
But me, I was
Stuck in a square
To the next
Turning and Turning
My pen, my words
Stuck in the middle
i never did quite feel as passionate as i felt in the cabin that summer the weather was just hot and sticky enough for my palms to stay deliciously clammy for my thighs to stick together as i walked across the room he was sitting on an old wicker chair that had become to wear […]
One day we saw a mini horse in our neighbors’ backyard. You see, the girl next door rode ponies, and they would come and go just as she did. Sometimes there would be a farm next door, and we would watch from the side window and jump at each unexpected neigh. Other times, we’d see […]
i wish i knew i was stunning, because i really am i turn heads on the street, and in the classroom, too if only i could have seen myself in last night’s dress hugging my hips, exposing my chest just enough to tease if only i could have heard myself recite my prose aloud the […]
the scream was not expected
i was more surprised than she was
when i found my mouth opened
and my fist clenched, palm spread
outward extending, knuckle twitching
what was i doing! watching my own body
it wriggled in writhed, it couldn’t be me
who was that monster who slapped her mother
i’m wearing bell bottom jeans just three sizes too tight and my bra is like my mama trying to push up all thats right now i’m feeling like there’s a hole in my stomach cause it’s been four days two years since i’ve eaten any sugar baby’s telling me i aint skinny or fine and […]
If father is dull… Am I dull too?
When he laughs, I laugh with him.
Though his jokes are .1 dimensions deep.
When he speaks sincerely,
Punishing, praying, preaching,
I digest his words like rich pâté
Though his expressions are really
The McDonalds of junk jargon
it was that time of the month the girl scouts came around selling cookies door to door i told daddy not to buy any they’re bitter! they’re stale! when the girls came around i wish he’d spill his coffee on their badges but he smiled at the goblins as he might of at me if […]
I was not warned about the storm coming my way.
Hair was pulled, her talons keen. A glare that could penetrate.
A frothing scowl spewed purple spit on my blouse and on my honor.
Casual sex isn’t no-strings-attached when there were strings before you.
write for yourself and not for your readers, and you will write more often and more freely
her braid lives on
she does not
innocent curls mother twisted
just that morning
the 5 feet of arms, legs
and opened eyes
masked beneath the fresh red
i resist the blood test
writhing behind the wheel
i am not a felon
i smoked that joint a month ago