Obsessions with the Moon and Nearly Iconoclastic Weather Aside, & thanking Andre Breton, of course   I am dreaming of hair. Hair, a halo of daemons, hair of memory Swimming pool hair, after chlorine, after sun, salted ocean hair, little girl hair, silky smooth straight parted hair, on the right, hippie girl parted in the…

  As the words left his mouth I felt the stake through my heart Shock, hurt and brokenness Swirled in a cauldron of confusion Who was this person? I didn’t recognise him   He seemed to know me He spat, foamed and hurled angry, hostile words With the strength of machine gun fire at me…

It is not in the baby’s wail, puckering at limp breast, eyes drawn back in a death mask skull. Madonna and child together perverse. It is not in the futile scrape, bucket bumped down a dry well, miles trudged in raging sun. Deserts of sea soon to cross. It is not in the flood rise…

  You told yourself it was easier to imagine a thousand reasons than to know any one answer. There was glory in the theory of having no choice. He was your hero, more magical than Jesus or so you thought. He smoked Winston’s and blew smoke rings in the air. You thought he was invincible….

I’m breaking out of this hell I called home. I will not sit in this rancid, rotten underground dome.   I’m showing no mercy to my tormentors, no, the demons who killed me, who broke me to my bones.   I’m taking over this dungeon, I’m holding on to hope— to renewed dreams— and I’m…

We shouldn’t tell him that she sold her eggs when she was twenty for a thousand bucks to get milk for her newborn baby. Her baby is 9 now. Don’t tell him she’s trying to raise her baby all by herself. Don’t tell him she doesn’t and didn’t need anyone. Don’t tell him she was…

  You said I was like milk, like a baby Protected not by strength but innocence I was afraid I’d never know what it feels like to be loved Now I am afraid of you   And you stay and stand confused In anticipation of disarray. Nobody to save your fragile soul For you chose…