Night Visitor
We’ve seen you scurrying through light spill on our deck, bunched over tiny claws, tail bare and dragging. You’re there […]
We’ve seen you scurrying through light spill on our deck, bunched over tiny claws, tail bare and dragging. You’re there […]
from the outside it looks like a college campus, situated off the highway, with a long road that leads to
what beatings we have taken— gave what we have endures: poverty, hunger, sickness, spinal taps, seizures, stripped of privacy, independence,
The silk which she loves flows against her skin, the white silk spun from a cocoon of words, spun and
It is not my mother I miss, but the idea of a mother–figure. I especially miss someone when I’m alone
must be a howling full moon tonight because everybody is streaming through my hospital and just howling crazy after 15