Doll Strings I pulled her out of my headand snapped the doll strings, one by one. Her intestines slap-stung my knuckles like spiteful elasticand I pulled and pulled them,trying to hurt her back. Then I tried to send her away,but the doll strings coiled upand tightened around my neck. She was out of my headbut… Continue reading Spring 2021 – Poetry
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Winter 2021 – Poetry
Atlas A clock is watched in expectation but stars are watchedto see what’s been; not till, past. In the pauses betweensleep cycles they, in their dogged runs, lull us into assuming thattoday’s experience is tomorrow’s promise. Which is what I’m doing now, watching remembered morningturn the redbud suckers thin and bright as crazes in glass, anticipating… Continue reading Winter 2021 – Poetry