Fish Blood

Chlorine green hair.

Feet smacking the burning pavement.

Sticky red popsicle dripping down her arms.

With a running leap,

She glides through the air

Suspended over the gleaming water

Before breaking the calm and the heat.


Beneath the surface

Muffled music pulses.

Her movement slows

More graceful than on land.

Drifting in and out of the patches of light

She twists through the water

Free from land life. 

Maternal Sacrifice

Raise a kid

Cook and clean

How can this

Be your dream?

Give up the world

To stay at home.

Forget ambition.

Never roam.


Hold the world.

Guard the home.

How can you

Say no?

Give up the world

To your kid.

The sacrifice

All mothers did.








She Can

Tune out their doubt.

Loosen the wire round her wrists.

Her lungs fill to full capacity.

She’d forgotten how to breathe.


Looming failure fades in the light.

Building her supports.

She’s ready for flight.


She’s leaving it behind.

Strict schedules

Narrow dreams

Her only choice is to succeed.

The Truth

It touches you when you aren’t looking,

You are called.

If you watch, you will see

That face your eyes linger on

That person who drifts across your path.

In your heart, the truth is unchanging.

Plugged In

Screens flash eye-catching headlines. Distracting, vibrant ads exclaim claims. Money swipes in and out of accounts in intangible numbers.

Blink and you’ll miss it. Scroll the feeds with twenty tabs open.

Pulsing light keeps you up, blue light illuminating your bedroom. Check the clock and it’s one. Check the clock and it’s three. Mind plugged into virtual reality.

Provocative: i.e. Guns Kill People

The soft tanned hump

Cut by a thin strip of black fabric

Peeks out from under a tank top.

The strap trails down under the shirt.

Suggestive. Accidental or a set-up?

He doesn’t know, but he assumes.

He assumes wrong.


Pale thin legs stretch up and up

Until the denim cuts them off

Just across the thigh under the bouncing cheeks.

It draws his eye as if words were scrawled there.

His sister wears words there sometimes,

Not that he looked or anything.


A cocktail dress clings to the curves,

Every smooth transition highlighted.

He gets lost in the hills and valleys

With eyes that devour,

That burn through like the ends of cigarettes.

He assumes that’s love.

He’s wrong.

Slashing Skin

Collected behind the frosty glass

Frozen snippets of the past.

Pick one up and hold it tight.

Climb inside it for the night.

Pop the pills. Embrace the pain.

Keep the memories. What’s to gain?


One by one they start to fall

Clearing space along the wall.

One by one they all escape

Curling up and losing shape.

One by one you let them go

These people that you used to know.


The Student: The Machine

When industrious is complimentary

When standardized is the norm

When sitting for hours is common

When writing in perfect form

Students merge with technology

The goal: a perfect machine

Learning to be the same

Where anything else is obscene

Public education

Only one talent’s correct

Grades over innovation

Public school’s main defect