Longing to Belong

Dk in Lt

girl with eyes too large and

milky teeth fairies must wait

years for in country that ripped

her from Mama locked her in

metal cage no laughter crosses

her howl swells into lost

others’ sounds for families

babies resounds past soiled

dreams strips belonging as

those ripping teach children

how arms are weapons

Thank you to Writers Resist for first publishing “Longing to Belong.”

Beneath It All

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Love’s a hitchhiker,
so innocent in its leap
that it doesn’t register
torn seats or sunroofs
but simply hears
come on in
and feels that smile
like a warm winter breeze,

but relationships
are rarely so simple:
the car must be washed
repaired, replaced
and trips planned
and changed with the
frequency of newborns’
diapers amidst increasing
conflict till compromise
shatters
like a windshield at eighty
against a centennial oak

but love, love is not so
complicated—once stripped
of metal and fuel it
shimmers naked, senses
open to sky and skunk,
blizzards and vistas,
and it’s never

blind but radiant as a star
and enigmatic as a body
after the heart’s
final
beat.

Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.

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Catalyst

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As if disintegrating the stone of our being to sand

we pour ourselves empty to be remade beyond

the merciless sins we rise above.

The beauty of your breast now cleaved away,

my lungs always stomping their sun-flare dance against harm,

yet we reshape ourselves for one another as balm

till we can bear our stories’ terrible weight

till we are transformed as if sound—

water on granite, wind through pine,

an osprey’s haunting cry—

you and I as salt and sea and sky.

Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.

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Communion

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Dividing an elementary class into

boys on one side

girls on the other

invites each to imagine one group’s got

            cooties! cooties! cooties!

and vulnerable to those who thrive on power

yet united, we eliminate disease, produce

thriving meccas of cultural exchange,

launch ourselves through the universe…

 

so if you’re invulnerable to ads and rhetoric,

think about a lemon–

thrust your teeth through thick

yellow skin to release zest’s

zinging scent and swallow

tart

puckering

juice.

That saliva now beading your gums…

(more, pg 30, Tishman Review)

 

Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.

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