Poetry

Two Poems

  Oops!   Careful we have to be : Opening the door , Getting our…

A woman cries on the A

You want to hold her. You want her to disappear. This is how you feel…

Carolyn Saxby
From The Olga Poems

Olga-Helga, I value your stuff. With my odalisque curves, my delirious cockatiel heart Be aware:…

My Great Grandmother in the Kitchen

  She watches me, her transparent face reflecting in panes of glass, echoing in gas…

Upon Viewing my Daughter Drowning as a [Continuous Loop]

the   water  is   deafness pulling         a      …

The choices we make

She said to me the word is sacred; in the beginning, there was el verbo.…

Four Poems

  Water My Heart with a Jonquil Translated by Krystelle Bamford So you think it’s…

poet: rigor mortis, zombies, & dehumanization

  after Night of the Living Dead (1968), 1:34:35, directed by George A. Romero and…

Calling Collect from Prison / Father-Daughter Intermediary

:::: Tell her         Tuesdays are good days        —I…

A Talent for Packing

  We grab the bags, half filled, again. Let the shame we own shade us…