There's a faded line Between reality and time I Catch myself remembering rejection Straddling a log fence watching Them play and laugh and shout Odd girl out Too loud I used to be an expert at stilts Stride the mud like a queen I could do anything If I just believed but I never prayed hard enough to Make God real and It would be a version of Drop Dead Fred who Emerged the memories in my head Read more...

What Is This Place?

What is this space, This place, This girl I see Looking back at me Buried in the aftermath A hovel of human rubble? I am the past In the now, And I don't know how To make phrases Out of unseen faces Or words out of Voices unheard. I grip screaming in my belly. There's … Continue reading What Is This Place?