This piece was inspired by a hybrid piece by Anne Carson titled “Swimming By My Brother”. It’s about my sister and my similar experience with the two times my father had heart attacks, both occurring while we each were very young, though both events happened within ten years of each other.
comb and paper
You are plastic fine-tooth and tissue three-ply, non-recycled, wetted with a child’s tongue. The hooting rasp of your unexpressed love. …
On Being Bored
Bored starts with the letter L for distracted for finding favorite songs that jettison to a year or a …
My Walk Home
I’m breaking free from the asylum of your hate Man and God, are naught but fools Tools to my hand …
In the Morning, We Make a Plant-Based Protein Smoothie with Every Magnesium
Picture Credit & Poem by Kari A. Flickinger In the Morning, We Make a Plant-Based Protein Smoothie with Every Magnesium …
What the River Caught
I never heard you from the river. How could I hear your call? Sometimes you didn’t understand me. I brought …
The War is Like Honey in Holiday Lights
This poem I wrote on Tuesday December 12th, 2019. It is a prompt response to the Christmas classic “Have Yourself …
Some Season Like Christmas
December 2016, My father Peter O’Nan had been in a Veterans Center for several months. The whole year his health …
