I never had the guts to rip a one-night-stand off
or actually, I never thought of doing it at all, back when I was single. Continue reading
Knee-High in the Weeds
The doctor laughs when I tell her my plan
was to give birth in the back yard, like my cat did her kittens
that it just felt like the safest place to me right now. Continue reading
My Bluest Valentine
Don’t bake me a birthday cake
this year.
Let’s go to Wawa and
buy a carton
of our old cigarettes Continue reading
Cook’s Corner
“Let’s ride,” the road captain called out. My husband and I threw on our helmets, and jumped on our Harley Ultra touring bike. When the HOG moved, you’d better move quickly or get left behind. I held on tight as Frank upshifted through his gears to keep up with the other riders. Continue reading
City Deer #70
old oil stays old oil jewels stay jewels i face away from a city i cannot Continue reading
Strange Witchcraft
during late nights, speaking
to my cat, swearing he
understands me, when
she was alive, my great
grandmother called my
father a good for nothing
nigga, not knowing what
he would suffer through Continue reading
Speeding Through Kansas
These semis
are prairie
schooners:
sailing west,
speeding past
cornfields, barns,
frontage roads. Continue reading
