I was raised in a family of animals And so I can tolerate When I am sometimes To you Something Less than human. Have you ever asked the beast of burden Whether or not he enjoys The crushing force of another’s weight?
Under the grating fluorescence Of the 18th floor bathroom, You remove your jewelry slowly and deliberately: First, the earrings. Your hand rises to your left ear, and then your right. They soundlessly glide onto the vanity You admire them for a moment; They are fossil ammonites Impassive on the polished stone Their reflection blurred, surreal […]
On November 18, 1985, During some inconspicuous hour On an inconspicuous street, Unbeknownst to you, Or anyone else In that inconspicuous suburb of Manhattan, You picked up your needles And you began to knit. Purl Stitch You knitted stockings and perfect curls You embroidered manners Appliqued femininity in pink I tried not to cry at […]
From the writer’s workshop at the Astoria Bookshop. Unedited. Terribly punctuated. It’s gold, people. HA HA HA. What the hell do you mean, “Snow that isn’t snow”. I mean, seriously. I’m thinking of ashes in my eyelashes, thinking of debris, thinking of standing outside on the curb because my house has just burned down. It’s […]
Well, it looks like I’ve been nominated for the Liebster awards. Never heard of ’em? Me either! Here’s how it works: You get nominated. You answer the questions your sender gives you, and make sure you link back to their blog. You draft your own 11 questions and nominate up to 11 more people. Then, you tell […]