Into the lull steps Isabella – late summer comes the chipping when the cardinal desists from singing. No words, no words can ever match empathy like the wave upon the shore – the still is everything, muffled ever more. The voice of silence is a woman breaking, the measure of sound is a girl noContinue reading “The space between words”
Category Archives: Women
I will not normalize evil
Dred Scott pled before us, and Plessy stood his ground, history is so ominous when it massages the ego of difference. The old boys required blinders on our eyes when they lashed the African to a funeral pyre. I live in a sad sad country where children become brides, they tell you it doesn’t happen,Continue reading “I will not normalize evil”
Bubble men
There is a pattern in the sky of dark, in the starry, starry night. Hunters and lions swing amid cumulus, weaving circles into lies. The old boys are at it, those highway blues again, I’m singing, singing, singing, those highway blues again. These men who live in bubbles like an unbrewed cup of tea –Continue reading “Bubble men”
Body parts
It reeks of disconnect – the severed head, but sing it must anyways of the bluest bluebird high dancing in the mountains and the chickadee darting on a thread of dee dee dee. The desertion of dignity happens with such ease whether pant leg or skirt betraying – no thought to history of sadness onContinue reading “Body parts”
Long haul drivers
When hate steps out from behind the door, the ever-talking troll spills venom with each line. He seeks to infect you – reader, with comments unbeknownst to library shelves. Take a stroll down each aisle and peruse each source – you’ll see. Where to follow lonesome star, protection from demons and gizzards and spies? BlueContinue reading “Long haul drivers”
From Russia with love
“I think I’d get along very well with Vladimir Putin. I just think so,” Trump said in one of his first comments about the Russian leader since launching his presidential bid last June. 7/31/2015 The poet’s corner rests in the line where mothers wait, any word will do – does he live or is heContinue reading “From Russia with love”
they tell me
they tell me my mother has a lovely smile when words turn to mush and the past departs when schoolyard bullies tweet nuclear taunts my broken soul remembers just how lovely it is – my mother’s smile 1/4/2018
While you were sleeping
My mother sits beside me, I warm her hands with mine, her eyelids close in sleep – her memory is lost in better times. The 1930’s were dark – but from this darkness came a deal for the ages. The farmhouse of her youth was reached by the REA*. The mother of my youth, knowsContinue reading “While you were sleeping”
Requiem redux
At the steps of Washington they stood- the people. I was with them, nothing but a marionette life in this sweet land. Instead of a preface Can you describe this? Yes I can* If in the distant future this aunt still resides in the mitten shaped from ice – if she is still here andContinue reading “Requiem redux”
Hero
Look through the crack and you can see her, a small brown bird- nothing fancy – with an insignificant chip to make herself known. Or perhaps you will see the eye of a rail, hiding in the rushes or hear the whinny of a sora out in the wetlands, letting you know she is thereContinue reading “Hero”
Anne's mediocre poetry 