when I review a poem i'm having a conversation with myself.i will bring up personal experiences from my own awful life,interspersed with the heartfelt..
When you died,me and Curtis hurried to your bedside andresentfully waited until you grew cold and uncomfortable.Until your eyelids stayed down ontheir..
No,not the papyrus cradle of Noah. Not the aggregate assault of all the animals in the kingdom. Not heavenwhere dad is in his shirt sleeve's or Janae ..
If I see another trans girl on 6 Mile and Woodwardflagging down cars in the cold to exhaustion trying to one:be vulnerable and 2: needing to squeeze a..
Were I you and you a morsel of me, since we,they say, have the same shoulders andwhose wounded spoils cling to memoryas if it too could come close eno..
Donna says,"but not for friends request she would bealone". And i'm crying whilei'm writing this. You seewe've given over all that's left of us.We hol..
In my twentiesI would go to my friend Audrey'sflatwho had loved someone butwho needed now to be uncurledfrom her pajama bottoms and sorrow.And I would..
What we really needis a wider and shorter plates of Nacho's.No more tall towers of chipsand toppings.Spread the toppings acrossa large area and cover ..