The Mother Who Says Yes to the Sword

The Mother Who Says Yes to the Sword

O has-been mother of the free-flowing booze & handy diet pills, You cashed me in—a cool sacrifice: to jump- Start your floundering career, You let the bozo Lothario You got hitched to Turn me into his very own Beverly Hills 90210 Pinocchio, While Ms. Pampered As...
Two Poems

Two Poems

Poetess Anoints Herself In wild audacity I wedded Word, obscured ragged frock made fit for my existence. I claimed branch broken weavings as my incendiary hair. Hovered over crumbling coast while my silken breath swung bare-breasted. The sea was nothing but spit in...
Keeping an Eye Out for Cougars

Keeping an Eye Out for Cougars

Narrow was what they called my cousin who is now as exquisite as the Kenyan model pouting on the cover of French Vogue, but before we were of age, I was the pretty one, light, with good hair, and regular. In every photo from the seventies she was my shadow. I’d...
There are no more silkworms in the wild

There are no more silkworms in the wild

Maybe I am being sensitive but when C is teaching our Sunday morning Black-Lesbians- Only-Group about silkworms, I become anxious. We are curling over ourselves, watching  through computer screens: a video of women’s hands  laying out carpets and...
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                            thank you for being a present uplifting presence. main, these doors open the other way, what kind of...
Two Poems

Two Poems

The Prime Mover Between the pit of man’s fears— dog-chain algorithms, the party mushrooms stolen and the summit of his knowledge— cryodesiccation, flush toilets in space my son trips over his ninja costume. / He may accomplish something so historical— teenagers...