She Says

She Says

We’re dreamswalking in the worldon the landof red skin red bloodon the land of a civil war She sayswe will walkon rifles for freedomon missiles for foodon the hymns of spiritualshumming the criesof our children      killedtheir parents...
Four Poems

Four Poems

Uterus, You Always the gracious hostess, stretched thinto accommodate your growing guests—threepregnancies a breeze. Until the physicaltherapist asked if mine was still intactI hadn’t thought of you in forty years.How rude of me! But in my defense,I never had a sense...
remedies

remedies

                 for Aunt Lydia for the heart disease                 shepherd’s purse for the...
On Cooking: A Golden Shovel

On Cooking: A Golden Shovel

               To Matlou My grandma and I spend the morning cleaning collard greens. Wepick the leaves from their stems, turning them over for bugs and soil. Real...
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...