Mothers

Imprinted The tight curls on her lover’s neck? Lord studied them. Made litanies to survive. Whitman, of course, sang of electric bodies and armies...

Hi! This year (2022), I've decided to share a poem on my blog and podcast and read it aloud. It's all a part of...

I wrote a poem. I changed the title 8,000 times and I’m not happy with the amounts of “Her” in it, but here it...