Dedicated to the sturdy elm that stood as a constant in the backyard of my childhood home. When it died, my dad turned it into a fort; a safe home for me. This poem was written after my dad died. I guess I turned my dad into a poem; a safe home for him.
Roe v. Wade-related | The Betrayal, by Gayle J. Greenlea
CW: Roe v Wade-related; domestic violence, language Red streaks marred her makeup, his handprint throbbed beneath her skin. What would …
Family Resurrection
Sometimes words can bring about a death. Cataclysms can often be spoken into being. For three years after that conversation …
Policing My Politics
Tee-strap patent leather, Smoked eye shadow, Silk gapped blouse: somehow that means something to you all here in this place. …
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 …
2 more poems about Generalized Anxiety Disorder
General Anxiety #1 Welcome to your new heel It is open for you to explore Sit here in shouts …
St Wulstan’s
This nature reserve was once an infirmary for American soldiers, then a TB sanatorium in the fifties, finally a psychiatric …
Two Loaves
Between two loaves diesA toyish tomato sliceThe ketchup couldn’t sufficeSo I was killed thrice. Loud is your empty voiceYou left …
Confessional Poems
He accused me of writing confessional poems, issues for therapy. Pull shut the heavy velvet curtain, sit on the …
White Xmas
purity turns lace when cut with a blade into powder like blush, snow falls gingerly upon the lines of the …
