With dread, I saw A thistle bush, almost my height And almost fully wilted, Letting wisps of seed Drift away on a late summer breeze. An ill omen in reverse, a memory Of bitter thorns and bitter words Shared from mother to daughter, And daughter again. My mother professed, She ought not have had children.…
Childhood came upon her Like a vicious, winged thing – It stalked her by day, And by night, it’s shadow Draped her in dread. It seemed like it would be her death, But in a flurry of wings and teeth, Her and the monster breathing harsh In the agonizing dance of predator and prey, It…
Wish I knew how To sell the space You take up in me. It’s the middle of the night, no, It’s really the morning, When the earliest risers rise And I can’t fall Asleep. Instead I’m eating A breakfast sandwich, Hoping silencing one void Will be enough to let me dream. The kitchen is cold…
The girl’s parents had always argued, but this time was different. Their words clashed like swords, shrill and bitter, cutting deep into the air. Then, together, they shrieked a single word— HATE. Their bodies twisted. Their fingers curled into claws. Their faces stretched into cruel, black beaks. With a furious beating of wings, they flung…
Long, spindly branches flickering in a whirl, Illuminated by the brush of the sun, The glory, as mesmerizing as any dance, Yet I am moving forward as the trees Remain stationed in their stillness. Mom spoke of her parents again And their stories trail behind me, And the stories of those before them And the…