The Meat Trade
They never know what is coming. They feel safe to take of her meat, walk out of her life. Unknowing. She likes things cut and dried. Meat, that is.
Tag Archives: poetry final form
Oudalaka
Bitter woman talks to herself bitterly until all language runs out of hops and the words begin to taste of honey. Golden warm-sweetened sounds drip from lips love-unkissed. And the […]
God Is Gracious
Two days. I will remember though every life. One with cross and exodus. One day. After Six Years by the Nairanjana River. Tiny feet stamped on my hand. And another […]
Wilgefortis
Had I but known you were out there. A protective voice for those like me. I would have lit candles when I was in St. Patrick’s. Thought of you as […]
Map of Years
19 brings them. 22 waits and wants. 23 24 25 26 27 Wandering wound. Incising unions. Anxious phrases. Ever-changing States. 28 turns away cloistered 30 consoles the decade. 32 murders […]
