Where My Ghosts Come Out to Play

The room is tastefully decorated Respectful distance is kept between her desk near the door and the comfortable chair that I decided the first time we met will be mine Arms folded tightly across my chest, hands in unconscious fists Small table next to me holds kush balls and engraved stones with reassuring words like hope and peace and a box …

Virgin’s Parallax

as I’ve walked through this life in these womanly curves I’ve struggled to step safely, not killin’ my verve since sheltered pubescence my hips have been bewitching looks naughty and nice, or that set my nerves twitching this power in my saunter I very soon learned embodied in me, creates fires that burned me, carrying …

SHE

She spent most of her life up to this point blinded, she spent her life in the darkness… her self respect was lost, she went through hell, determined to find it  so SHE… needs a bit of a “detrimental to her life” separation, she is trying to stop herself from becoming heartless… because daily those …

Who, What, Where, When

Who is this man who routinely rapes with his eyes and his words publicly displaying those violations proud of his assaults who reportedly also rapes with hands and other appendages braggadociously brazen of these conquests until confronted then lies like a cur that teens would label pussy bequeathing the cleanest vaginas a rotten stench he …

Child Welfare

This poem was original published on Whisper and the Roar I am in a child welfare class In graduate school Class starts at 4 pm The room is crowded and dim My classmates and I are drowsy We all could use a snack Some caffeine The professor puts on a film A surprisingly graphic film About …

I Never Was Your Property

Remember that time you told me it wasn't illegal to rape your wife in our state? Yeah. I remember, too.

Brave and Reckless’ July Writing Prompt Challenge: Blood Into Ink

As you may know, Christine at Brave and Reckless has sponsored several writing prompt challenges over the last six months. The Breath and Bone Writing Prompt Challenge will be winding down on July 9th and she has just announced her next challenge: Blood Into Ink.  Although this challenge is inspired by this writing community, submissions …

Truth

Matter of factly I hold your gaze, “insolent” Face down ignorance

Sublimation

Miniature frozen artwork Layer upon layer Covers every sorrow Layer upon layer Covers every life I see the melting The changing Sublimation Rearranging From thick tangibility To obscure memory A fertile life now watered With hope A chance to produce my own artwork

Exquisitely Numb

Withdraw Pull away Go missing Find control In emptiness Lay quietly Stare at the wall Rest in the absence A disappearance A melting away Stillness welcomes me Into undemanding arms