Read More

It’s Not . . .

It’s not living on the street,shut out from shelter.It’s not hunger—satiety deniedon desert days of need. It’s self-suspicion,doubts dogging every action,feeling responsible for a ruptured family; watching a mother’s partitioned minddemolish childhood hopes, thenunraveling knitted […]

Read More

Self-Defense

I’ve been letting the tiny snakesrattle around my brain,until one is unleashedlike a tongue,eliciting some wound you’drather forget,elucidating the long and windyoutcome of memory gone extinct. What if we let ourselves become animals?What if we […]

Read More

Unfair

It doesn’t come with ease. They tell you that“life isn’t fair” with gusto,with pleasing remorse.They tell you that nothing will change. Are you at ease? Do you feel me? I feel the chatterand short intakes […]