Category Archives: Poetry

“I hate your dad,” my lover said to me while pacing back and forth across our room, her body tense with vehemence, her face forsaking beauty for outrageous rage. “He damaged you – conditioned you to be a wordless friend … Continue reading →

Imagine charming human of my dreams: a prince of thieves of anger who appears and takes my rage because he knows what seems a storm is sterling hurt and golden tears. Imagine someone smart enough to know that being well … Continue reading →

Just give an inch and she will take a yard. Isn’t that a line they used for all of us before we got our fancies jarred? Today in mid-life dullness I recall the phrase and feel it twist about on … Continue reading →

I said a simple sentence yesterday and you appeared to hear – you gave okay as if you understood my point of view and took my words and feeling to be true. But I am sadly certain in my guess … Continue reading →

Inside the TV set, behind the screen of the computer, through the oblong glass the windshield is, its surface daily-clean, through scaffolds on electrons fueled or gas, there moves a little picture of the world with finite boundaries and pleasant … Continue reading →

Imbedded in a paragraph I read, the author made a character express conceit about the limits women dread, and role reversals in the game of chess. So women even now and surely then were victims of constraint and guarded range, … Continue reading →