Pile of Thoughts
I’m worried that the world won’t care when I slip and fall today. I’m worried that my scraped up knees are reason for your dismay. I’m worried that the best…
Tag: Barbara Powell
let’s tidy up my mind
Please take your soppy mop And swish it through my mind I have a couple memories there That I’d appreciate you find And swiffer jet that shit away To dump…
My 2020 Commencement Speech
youtu.be/ I woke up this morning to breakfast in bed from Christopher and puppy snuggles from Blue. The birds were already up, of course, to celebrate, too. It was the…
I Don’t Know How to Stay
He looks at me cross tabletop: I see desire in his eyes. ‘Write about us,’ each brown fleck says and I can’t help but oblige. ‘You are a muse,’…
Do I Need to be Known (to be Seen)?
Do I need to be known to be seen? I wrestle with this thought my ego concocted, my arms aching from the intense hold I’ve had on her. The echoes…
I Didn’t Stay.
Were you holding me back or letting me through the portal in the wall: I saw the other side, Did you? See it too — I mean, could you? Or…
Classroom of Clit
I learned how to question my body the same year I learned my body was meant for a man. – In the school parking lot waiting for mom I whispered…
This Corner Booth
I sit in the corner booth my eyes wandering the room trying to find someone somehow like me, too. The beer in my glass bubbles over aglint with the…
