This Year’s Christmas Tree
Haibun Deep Evergreen. Full. Red and gold balls and bells; tops with gilded bands; Russian-esque spires all around. Four sets of lights; the white nina doll ornaments Mira loves. The giant bow. Our...
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A Christmas Walk
Poem The blooms have blown; Fall birds have flown, Something secret in the days has changed from warm to cold And the young woman in me feels it too, Chill air makes her...
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...
Parcel – or Stand Aside
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...
Morning in Late Autumn
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...
POC Problems
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...
More Than One Year Later
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...
In Rooms Like These
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...
Burned Down
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...
What Used to Be
Poem I used to write. So many words about love, lust, hurt, desire, life. Some still exist in places on the internet I don’t go to anymore, some I threw away because I...
