Blue (new prose poem/flash piece for the 99%)

Blue-chip companies take their name from the color of the highest-valued chips at poker tables on October 28, 1929.

(we’re reliable, all-American, safe)

Then comes October 29, 1929: the day the stock markets crash.

Then comes October 30, 2009: me, new to a minimum-wage custodial crew, learning that the most important thing, when you clean the headquarters of a multibillion-dollar corporation, is the executive washroom…

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Room Four (new flash fiction)

AT LAST, ALICE returns. She bares her bright scars to the class, in a group notice like a wedding invitation or a graduation announcement. She says, “I had to tell my roommates…”

—from “Room Four,” flash fiction about strangers, kindness, and survival, published this month at Five on the Fifth.

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The Jinni’s Wish (new poem)

The Jinni’s Wish

A wish for endings
like tied shoe strings.

A wish for finishing
like stains on cut tree limbs,
glossy in death
and dining-room tables…

Read the rest in Star*Line (issue 40.4, fall 2017). The issue is 40+ pages chock-full of poetry, available for sale in PDF and print.

Thank you to Vince Gotera​ and the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association for publishing the poem.

Vine (new poem)

Thank you to Stoneboat for publishing Vine in their fall 2017 issue, available now.

Vine

my toes, roots

hands, leaves curling

growing into my loves
like ivy on a chain link fence…

I was partly inspired by the sculpture, “The Vine,” by Harriet Whitney Frishmuth (pictured above).

This is the first poem I’ve published that appears for sale in a print edition, you guys!

(photo courtesy of ketrin1407)

Arriving at a Shelter from Violence (new poem)

Your wounds are fresh
and still too deep
to paint your surfaces blue.

Only pinpoints of blood
decorate your skin,
like freckles on little girls
before we train them
to blush, gloss,
conceal.

The red dots are petechiae…

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Fingernails (new poem)

my psychotherapy teacher taught me to counsel
with his fingernails…

a deliberate inattention,

staring at my nails as if they were
the most interesting thing in the world;

giving space for a woman with wounds
to unwrap them, carefully,
without accidentally being touched…

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