I am fourteen and my skin has betrayed me the boy I cannot live without still sucks his thumb in secret

I have not ever seen my father’s g… Not that his judgment eyes have been forgotten nor his great hands’ print on our evening doorknobs

Is the total black, being spoken From the earth's inside. There are many kinds of open. How a diamond comes into a knot of… How a sound comes into a word, col…

New Year's Day 1:16 AM and my body is weary beyond time to withdraw and rest ample room allowed me in everyone'… but community calls

For those of us who live at the sh… standing upon the constant edges o… crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice

My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I wa… no one mistook whose child I was. Features build coloring alone among my creamy fine-boned s…

The difference between poetry and… is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. I am trapped on a desert of raw gu…

The edge of our bed was a wide gri… where your fifteen-year-old daught… gut-sprung on police wheels a cablegram nailed to the wood next to a map of the Western Rese…

I have studied the tight curls on… moving away from me beyond anger or failure your face in the evening schools o… through mornings of wish and ripen

If you come as softly As the wind within the trees You may hear what I hear See what sorrow sees. If you come as lightly

However the image enters its force remains within my eyes rockstrewn caves where dragonfish… wild for life, relentless and acqu…

There are so many roots to the tre… that sometimes the branches shatte… before they bear. Sitting in Nedicks the women rally before they march

An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel gazelle inescapable sleek leather boots on the pavemen…

My mother had two faces and a fryi… where she cooked up her daughters into girls before she fixed our dinner. My mother had two faces