He. I.

This post represents the first true stream-of-consciousness style poem I've published here (and, for better or worse, largely unedited). I was inspired to play around with the form by a reading of The Diary of Frida Kahlo, to which I dedicated the greater part of this afternoon. I am not certain how I feel about the outcome, [...]

Barefoot

Half of my soul is a hippie A Fleetwood Mac loving, Allman Brothers singing, pretty gypsy tattoo slinging, I can't remember if I cried when I left on that midnight train to Georgia kind of girl All free verse Living fast out of a suitcase (One of the best times of my life) I went [...]

Evening Acoustic

Dreaming on a back porch is a half-naked reverie in acoustic Breaths like a violin Stench and grain, gin and tonics, prolapsed desire preserved in salt Drunk on beauty Form made desire I am desire made form, a clause, an environment, spat stars, breasts that beat like little crescent moons Take me back, back, oh, [...]

Wild Woman

I am not fit for sunlight I was made for clouds and madeleines and the kind of sweet nostalgia that sings It was never truth I wanted, but beauty the sum of her stems and curves the ecstasy of her lines, her heaves, and her sighs bare bones the turning of a season that bears [...]

Arrival

Flaps flare Seated Stowed Ears deaf to the drum Of the skyline Stamping Beneath the jet engines’ roar Swollen feet fidget Clamoring for disembarkation Anxious bodies are restless to depressurize Please have your documents ready Another 767 Lurches to the gate (The baby in 2C is finally asleep.) Seatbelts: Off Landing lips: On Additional translation [...]