green fields lay covered under ash quiet years forgotten all at once time steep with fire does not trouble after life. __ This is an erasure poem for Yeah Write’s Challenge #353. Please join me and a bunch of other supportive writers by clicking on the badge. The original text is below:
Read More
Content warning: Death and alcoholism It’s 1:00 a.m. on a Friday night and a Robin is singing outside my window. She startled me out of what I had hoped would be a good night’s rest. The many sounds of night have sidled up to me like a close talker–far away sirens, cars going too fast […]
Read More
In 1978, at 10 years old, he was someone I had to look in the eye and pretend to love every weekend in “The Saturday Show,” a touring children’s musical. When he spoke it was always in exclamation points, “Gee, you’re hair smells terrific!” I’d roll my eyes, feign disinterest, and hope no one noticed […]
Read More
Pryvate Parts 