The Day After Martin Luther King’s Assassination
A tearful Darlene asks, “Why do they hate us?”
Tag 365 Collection
Something Beautiful
ghosts know it like
they know my name
Ours
a selkie diving again and again
into the Irish sea
Sundown
“We have time,” I say. “That’s just the warning bell.
Can the manic me speak
do I take a rest
as my mother once did
she is an ocean,
too.
You do not have to walk on your knees
unless you have a toddler
in which case you do at least three times
Concertina
a big box of squeeze and buttons and squeaky noises
Cape Town
There are words in the English language that are especially beautiful
Triple Step
breathless beneath blue & purple
When I Think about Leaving
On the edge of town, all the telephone wires are humming with her tiny fears