Wilting like a single stem out of water baby sister meticulously fawns his beardless chin tucks into cigarette-stained wingswith cocaine nails he plucks at wires across black wooded hollowcrow’s feet stamp the corner of each eye brass strings drag at the tipfrom the ground up his voice rings “Blackbird singing in the dead of night” pausepresspluck pausepullpeck “TakeContinue reading “Broken Wings”
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Panoramic Panic
There are twelve steps for you to take. Twelve. My exact age that night baby panic pushed curse words from momma’s mouth.And from her hand, a coiled cord uncurled toward the telephone. It rubbed against the kitchen doorway, conducting a symphony of emotional landscape: a Panoramic Panic. Twelve. The number of miles you rodeblacked out from alcoholContinue reading “Panoramic Panic”
LINEN
All of my lifehow have I been withoutyour soft touchon my skinsofter with timeyou knew me betterwith timepores openyou breathedeep in methose folding crinkled smilesunderneath your eyesI wishto pack you upand ship you offto loved onesI wishto pull youover my pillowand stuff youbetween my thighsuntil then I walkthrough parking lotsunder cherry blossoms while you ringalong myContinue reading “LINEN”
Knocking
Through golden hourglass I watch a determinedflickering fumbling bumble beethen attempt a self-soothing mumble“be here now”and note the tension swelling I till nails into summer’s bookend evethe same fingers that dig into marriageand baby’s thighsand natural family planninguntil fragile limbs fling ‘round my neckas the smallest little bird starts pulling I think how God mustContinue reading “Knocking”
LIELACS
Lately, on Tuesdays, I start the morning with an early drive along the Chagrin River, winding through county lines before arriving at a small café hidden from typical Chagrin Falls traffic. Before grabbing an espresso beverage, my sister and I chat on the phone interim her two jobs in North Carolina. I then settle intoContinue reading “LIELACS”
The Word Mill 