I don’t care who you marry, just don’t marry a chimney sweep. That’s what my father had always said. He didn’t care what I was as long as I wasn’t a “dirty” girl. So I couldn’t be a whore and I couldn’t marry a chimney sweep. When I came home with a baker at nineteen he nodded his grudging approval. “I should have said no bakers, too,” he…[Read more]
The worldly lion
is also a wordy lion
a wordy and worldly lion is he
He sits on his throne
drinking atlases from stone
and sipping on peppermint poetry.
If you ask him the time
he’ll say with a grin
that it’s half past or quarter to art
He’ll stay up till ten
Guzzling compasses and pens
And journaling straight from the heart.
She was furious. How dare the dog bite her? How dare the dog act like she was a piece of meat? He was just like her husband. Well, she would do with him what she couldn’t with her husband. That dog was going to lose his nuts. Mark her words, by the end of the week, that dog would be ball-less.
I wold be least happy right now if I was in my childhood bedroom. I can’t help feeling a little like I am right now. At my purple desk on a laptop. Where I spent so many of my teenage years. Falling for other stupid teenagers, writing things that were “going to make me famous”, writing poems that I cringe to look at now, and pouring my heart out…[Read more]
Hey mr tambourine man
I’ve got nothing to say
La de da de da de da
There’s a giant giraffe in front of me
and two babies on the floor
and my husband is making pizza
and my uterus hurts.
Maybe I’m carrying our third child.
I’ll be carrying that while I carry our first or second.
My life has become very heavy.
I think that’s the best way…[Read more]
Fireflies. There were fireflies in her belly. Why else would she glow like that? Surely it wasn’t just him that saw that? He didn’t understand why others weren’t drawn to her. Why wouldn’t other people want to touch her ripeness like he did? He supposed women didn’t really like to be referred to as ripe unless they were pregnant. But if she…[Read more]
The bubbles brushed past her. She was a mermaid. She was a narwhal. She was the entire ocean. Those looking down at her, watching her to make sure she didn’t drown, just saw a baby in a bathtub. Little did they know she could never drown. Not her. Not Kestrel Jayne, queen of the sea. Not the baby covered in barnacles and seaweed growing in as hair.