Category Archives: Poetry
For Trent (And Bill, and the people who read the refrigerator note but don't understand it…)
Maybe because it is spring I am naked and whitegreen, newly formed and forming. Maybe because I want the wind on my face and at my back. Maybe because I am burned by the sun but need it to blind … Continue reading
unraveling
there is a desperation in the way she clings to all the things that were the real of those days when remembering what never happened and writing it down seemed to make everyone dance and sing down where everything felt … Continue reading
Poem #1
It’s hard, sometimes, to think back and remember the person I was. Occasionally, I am ashamed of her. Occasionally, she is ashamed of me. I suppose that we are often both right about the reasons for our shame, but I … Continue reading