Art Makes You Happy That’s what it says on the mugcold coffee half-full, oat milkin pretty swirls on the surfacelike cloud cover, and the skyis cloudy again today, but atleast it’s not raining. The pooloverflowed and the mosquitoesin attack-mode took aim at mycheeks when I trimmed themimosa tree. Mimosa, isn’t thata lovely word? The tree… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 6
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POEM A DAY – July 3
Puce, late 80s Mid-summer. A for-free cottage. My mom’s ex-boyfriend’s generosity exposed in hot sand. A tennis court out front. red leather chairs that ripped the back of my thighs. ketchup and mustard. Boiled hot dogs. The blue and red dots of Wonderbread bags. Mastering the front walkover on sand-covered crabgrass. A lake we couldn’t swim in. The boy my sister… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 3
POEM A DAY – July 2 & Launch Gallery
Youth in West-End Summer, 1990s I remember summer heat rising like invisible smokelatching on my skin as I walked four blocks to Atkinsonpool for lessons. I remember moisture chaffingmy thighs, wicking in my crotch, blue-one-piece-bathingsuit discomfort, polyester pressure. I remember the concretedeck, rough under my knees as I leaned over a half-nakedboy pretending to be… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 2 & Launch Gallery
