Kootenai Cradleboard
after Eileen Myles, while visiting the National Museum of the American Indian You flowered like a salmon moves against sharp […]
Mental Illness, Poems, Tributes
Mental Illness
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Heirloom
Finally it’s middle night, the town’s asleep and I can watch my breath hit the porch with no fear of
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A Different Animal
1 Early in the morning, I ghosted into the white tile bathroom, stripped— even my jewelry— drove myself
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Containment
When the man sat down next to me at Starbucks, need coming off of him like a pheromone, I was
Lunch Break
‘Nervous breakdown’ was the euphemism whispered at home when I was a child. Locked doors, routine when I was growing up, failed to hide my mother’s crying jags. I had no way then to alleviate the pain that could not be named. When my turn came, I knew what to do. Get help.