The Machine
Poem The slow spinning cycle turns, And the needle quivers its way back To true north. This machine of mediation Weathers the winds and rains Of inevitability On sunny days of serenity Its...
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Poem The slow spinning cycle turns, And the needle quivers its way back To true north. This machine of mediation Weathers the winds and rains Of inevitability On sunny days of serenity Its...
Spoken Word Don’t relax But also don’t remember That any time we can Break into a dance requiring us To base all and any fantasies On that liquid part of us That part...
Haibun Bare branches stretch toward a gray sky like the gnarled fingertips of a Norse Crone. They sway in sudden gusts of wind. Fallen leaves rattle on paving stones. A solitary hawk circles...
Spoken Word Every person of color’s favorite question to be asked is: “What are you?” “WHAT am I?” Well, I can be whatever you want me to be, baby. Nah, let me tell...
Poem I held your face as a precious gem Studied its facets, admired its cut Searched for imperfections Finding none Whispering, “You’re perfect” into The night more by KRISTEN GREEN photograph by Lizzie Guilbert...
Poem Even now, I see her moon face, those limpid eyes, half slits with sleep, lying in repose beside me. In those days, we lived in bars and boxes. Hers, a refuge in...
Poem Dark and murky, seeping under doors and into the soul, the smell that awakens memory, and bittersweet air of loss. Warm and sticky, it curls around the heart and grips her, makes...
Spoken Word It takes courage to break bread With a sidewalk To raise a toast to the sounds Of rising tidal wave in the Form of feet — all sizes Fashions, all caring...
Haibun Poem Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted...
Poem Today I was walking down the street with the Smell of fall in the air and the Crunch of leaves beneath my feet and I Couldn’t help but think of how this...