Rochelle Tyler : Writing

 Lake of the Swans

Lake of the Swans

A Poem by Rochelle Tyler


Early a May morningI set into flight my childrenoff the side of the Sellwood bridge. Two swan-dives down to the river bottom,my small dancers feather..
Sea Sprite On The Estuary

Sea Sprite On The Estuary

A Poem by Rochelle Tyler


The half-turn of day floats the Pacificlike a buoy set ablaze.She fights the water like a fisherman's boatto stay afloatbefore the weight of evening's..
The Last Place We Were

The Last Place We Were

A Poem by Rochelle Tyler


Across the street near the convenience storewherewe first noticed the peculiar man smilingwith coffee-staineddentureswho always buys his newspapersfr..
My B***s Got Me My First Boyfriend In The Fifth Grade

My B***s Got Me My First Boyfriend In The Fifth Gr..

A Poem by Rochelle Tyler


I was the first girl in my grade schoolwho wore a bra- or at least who should have.In fifth grade, Aunt Renee bought me a 34-AI grew out of faster tha..
Spoiled Milk

Spoiled Milk

A Poem by Rochelle Tyler


I know my father meant well when he made me promise never to bring home a black man. He told me never, Never love a n****r! He spat out the word in fr..
Any Lover

Any Lover

A Poem by Rochelle Tyler


Here in a bed lies a woman. Last night's linens twine from breasts to feet where a husband's ankles would. There beside her is a man. His ..
I Am A Woman With Needs

I Am A Woman With Needs

A Poem by Rochelle Tyler


A day like this,Oh who am i to foolit's every day that's a day like this whenI want a man's loveand more. I want all his loveand I've got to be his o..
Most Famous Street Vent

Most Famous Street Vent

A Poem by Rochelle Tyler


"There was my name up in lights. I said 'God, sombody's made a mistake'. But there it was, in lights." -Marilyn Monroe Her white dress stands o..
Beast Pantoum

Beast Pantoum

A Poem by Rochelle Tyler


Your metal cage rattlesfrom the snarl in your throatI kick at your doorwhen you snap at my feetFrom the snarl in your throatyour brindle hairs crawl f..
Moon Stew

Moon Stew

A Poem by Rochelle Tyler


It's more than I asked for or ever thought would evolve from subtle, microscopic 'what-if's to a love affiar over-fed from a surplus of eyelash ..

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