Tag Archives: Lovers

We Haiku

the forests curved path your warm breath mixing with mine kiss in dappled light

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I Am a Rocking Child, Rolling

I am contained by spit and bailing wire, the old go-cart knocked together from peach crates, roller skates, an old wooden skate affixed with bent nails to peach-stained slats. Rocking down hills, round hairpin turns, skipping cracks and gaps. Memory. Bailing … Continue reading

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There Is a Thing

To be said, about love. Birthed in the shadow of the rock, a daughter of Tyre                        thou art my hiding place dozing, salamander curled, nose to tail, fire banked, … Continue reading

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Oh, Oppressive (for Augusto Boal)

You hit me / like Boal / hit women. My love. Imagine my surprise.

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