Poem: ninety caret glare

ninety caret glare running errant errands heels fall hard on every stair undisparaged parage travel in a figure eight aimless as my hair is teasing layers till I sate my appetite for Paris magnifying mirror in my smallest pocket bleeding rivulets, but I won’t admit it gunmetal glitter, dark gray as my locket impatient with … Continue reading Poem: ninety caret glare

Virgin Matrimony 

Today I'm sharing my first "serious" poem. I wrote it when I was 14, maybe 13. "What makes a poem 'serious,'" you ask? Well, it depends on the person. I suppose any real poem takes meter and rhythm into account, as anything else would be prose with randomly-occurring line breaks. I wasn't particularly learned in … Continue reading Virgin Matrimony 

Poem: I was born today three-hundred years from now

I was born today three-hundred years from now of an atom and an eon on the verge of collapse one triplet of three surviving, thriving sperm a baby spread beef-like, dripping juicy and fresh, unappetizing arranged as part of three on white paper hospital sheets crinkling our arrival like so many royal trumpets blasting   … Continue reading Poem: I was born today three-hundred years from now

Poem: the opening line exploded

the opening line exploded when the curtains drew open and each lip of the unlikely actress parted ways her voice shot like sparks, zapped along under-stage wiring and microphones and reached the audience, whose dresses and suits caught fire. the sound was sickeningly girlish yet frighteningly hoarse and each aristocrat, as they fanned off their … Continue reading Poem: the opening line exploded