Ten Years Later
“No limits, just edges.” –Jackson Pollack You were so fantastic, reminded me of Gene Wilder with wild eyes, green and lashed, red hair spun by Rumplestiltskin into breakers that broke at your forehead, something primeval in the way you understood the world, a Willy Wonka who spoke, but did not speak the same language as […]
Whenever We Make Love
I wear a young woman’s body, my skin taut and burning bright, scrubbed clean with a loofah, the scent of lavender or rose tucked away like a handkerchief in all the places I want you to touch. It’s not an illusion, even if I could stand behind a curtain and pull it off, more like […]
Hands and Feet
Whenever we took the subway to Orchard Beach,
my father held my hand until the last stop
at Pelham Bay Park where we waited for the bus
to drop us off behind the bath house.
Orientation in Ruston with Shakespeare
I saw gangs of young people coming at me from every direction wearing blue shirts that said “Wear, Live, Think, Dream.” Luckily, they were friendly. One of the groups helped me to find the bathroom, which I sorely needed following my drive from Sterlington. I was there to attend a student play that was being […]
My Own Personal Hotspot (Upcoming Readings)
For the past thirty years I have drawn the same face on napkins and in the margins of notebooks. Why am I predisposed to the same doodle that reasserts itself on every available surface? I am fond of my doodle, which over the years has become a part of my signature. Recognizable. Part of me. […]
American Dream Sequence
It was a humzinger of a dream, baby, I dreamed it for you, baby. Gypsy Rose Lee put away your feathers. Things get muddled with interlocking conglomerates high profit on the margin kind of dreams my mother wanted me to be a teacher not a stripper take the summer off with my husband and kids […]
Good Friday Data Packet, Livermore Action Group
Listen as you surf the Internet and press the remote of your cable. I am a data packet that wants to be delivered into your electronic arms. Open your gateway. Let me stream into your memory. Hold me forever. Here on this sacred abalone ground where we receive each other with a single message. You […]