Mow Me DownHe was mowing the ditch, not with a string cutterbut with a heavy moweras I walked by he felt he needed to explain –he was shirtless because of this...
Modern Prometheus
“I doubted at first whether I should attempt the creation of a being like myself, or one of simpler organization; but my imagination...
Become
Alone, in silence.The multi-glows of childrenpedal in their futures.It dropped.The five-petal ruffled cluster.The earth preservedits importance.Change, though turning,protected in color.World as we need it.What...
These poems are published connected to a series of workshops produced in partnership between Day Eight and the East Rock Creek Senior Village supported...
I Was SilentTW: Sexual Assault
At least three Long IslandsI thought I could hangHe was such a gentlemanWalking me homeMemories are only in fragments
The officer...
“What is natural?” is the intriguing inquiry surrounding the National Museum of Women in the Arts summer 2015 exhibition, Super Natural. This frustratingly broad question could be answered in a plethora of ways
