after "State Bird" by Ada Limon Confession: I did not want to be a mother. Sleepless late nights and a dozen late-night jobs, Sore feet...

This poem is after "Quiet Machine" by Ada Limon. I’m learning so many ways to keep secrets. There’s the way I don’t respond, and the way...

I remember when that baby whale died and the mother mourned it for weeks. I had a bird’s eye view. Whales are some of the few species in...

Kicking over roly-poly pieces of rubble in a rocky moon-crater dug deep by the gas-guzzling, soot-spewing, giants that peeled the...

after "Bars Poetica" by Hicok This is the story I’ve been trying to tell. Man and Woman are driving. What I mean is, Woman is driving....

I want you to be the reason that thin plastic rattles on the ragged chain links of a rusted fence one side mangled to the ground while...

Imagine a life in which there have never not been thoughts and prayers for classmates, the victims. We are the lockdown generation she...

are the women invisible to most except when hunger strikes or fear or someone else’s baby is crying the ones with embraces that ease the...

The tearing of flesh never bothered me Even though they named the pigs And nursed the calves from infancy Steadying giant baby bottles...

I saw a photo on the internet Some social media site A hand holding an old baseball One side marked with congratulations: “Billy’s first...

The pieces of her life lay shattered on the floor Still spiraling from a kinetic outburst She’s the one meant to tidy them up. Hot...

My seat is near the back, I’m still an island in the sea Less majestic; More isolated. The bundle of sweaters to my left Mumbles...

Sometimes in a little shoe box The ones she wore as a toddler Friends of the golden spool and proud thimble They never belong. Twisted up...

The waves in my ears Like the ocean Crash upon me with a force so extreme That they move the earth. Click click click clack click The...

To take the wrong road Is to arrive at an impass And go left And commit to 4 brief lifetimes of fire and brimstone To take the wrong road...

The anger that breaks women down into girls That breaks girls down into equals Reminds us that we are the same. The anger that pushes...

You didn’t know it then but the mother you adored was a victim and someday soon you would be the victim in her place. You couldn’t have...

A poet moves in the word The way his fingers move across a keyboard He sails through the impetuous rapids of grief And floats across the...