Last night I dreamt I met J-LoShe was in a bodegaDisguised as a normal personBuying some waterI walked up to her and whispered,”Hello, Ms. Lopez”She
Category: poetry
EARLY LOVE IN THREE PARTS
It has been several months since I’ve posted, preceded by months of irregular scribblings. The year 2020 was a shocker and downer for so many
DATING, AS COVID RAGES ON
This is what life does in the middle of a global pandemic: It places Temptation right smack dab in my path. Our eyes meet on
All Lives [Never] Matter[ed] – Audio
I posted this poem days ago. And then a few nights later I read it out loud to a group of fellow “creatives” (they did
All Lives [Never] Matter[ed]
What is this uproar Of “All Lives Matter”? As if all of them ever did? As if those first white-faced arrivals Cared about the natives
Mother’s Day, 2010
Not a poem, really. More like a stream of consciousness… He was alive on Mother’s Day. Did he already know? Was a plan in motion?
Here’s Some Ativan. You’re Welcome.
This beautiful poem, entitled “Pandemic,” somehow landed in my inbox. As I read it, I found myself taking a deep, cleansing breath. Actually, a few.
You’re Still Here
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You
The Sisterhood(s)
The 3 of us, my first sisterhood: I was 7 and 9 when Camelia and then Claudia (we called her “Nikki”) joined the family. I
From A Former Worry Warrior
I WORRIED I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was
Giving Thanks
Thank you to the Warrior Women, The mothers, daughters, sisters, wives, The Suffragettes and Women’s Libbers Who marched and died, The noisy ones, the angry
This Is Not That Time
There is a time to wave the white flag, Because conflict is exhausting, And battling reality can be a fool’s errand, But this is not
