On waters travelled within (a poem)

Inspired by the Pussy Riot video ‘Organs’, the Ruby Throat video ‘Barebaiting’, and a photo or two on Tumblr. I don’t know where the blood comes from or how much it takes to fill me up The imprint that would tell me is missing I close my eyes The flowers in her hair that flows around [...]

Blood tales (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, inspired by a painting by Shiraga Kazuo, viewed online at http://natalielomeli.blogspot.com/2013_01_01_archive.html. The smear on the pavement reminds you something happened The stain on the dressing tells you the wound is still fresh The flush of her cheeks says she’d rather you didn’t know The numbers on the chart indicate one more round (21 September [...]

The dressing, removed (A poem)

A small break from my series of epistles. Discharge stains the bandage bleeding through the strip I’m not troubled by the deep brown stain the blood has merely dried upon meeting the air Soon, it will flake off and disappear into dust I won’t see any scars but I’ll know what was there before (6 February [...]

The dream is over (A poem)

Contemplating things that have and have not changed… It’s been forty-five years half the Beatles are dead the Stones are old men What once was victory is now a bitter memory in the hearts of angry men Some confuse hate with heritage but hate has history, too The trouble spots are where they meet and [...]