Upon learning that my state has an anti-abortion bill in committee that not only bans abortion from the moment of conception but also declares the state exempt from federal laws and federal court rulings, it’s time to repost this. (I have replicated my subsequent edits, so this version matches the one included in my newest collection of poems.) [Update 5/17/19: I received a reply from my state senator; the bill never received a hearing in committee, and is dead, since the 2019 legislative session has been adjourned.]
typewriter poem
What is appropriate for a poem? (a poem)
‘Write drunk, edit sober.’ Well, I have half that taken care of…
What would she name me? (a poem)
Remembering something this morning, and following where it leads…
A question for the insects that die in my apartment (a poem)
I always wonder why they don’t notice the dead bodies of other insects and just flee…
The canvas (a poem)
A new typewriter poem—or 75% of it, anyway. The last section didn’t add anything worthwhile, so I cut it in favor of the last line here.
No ghosts were harmed in the construction of this poem
A new typewriter poem.
Why time and I don’t particularly get along (a poem)
A new typewriter poem.
Taking the train on Sunday (a poem)
A new typewriter poem on a bright Sunday afternoon…
Blood fantasies (a poem)
A new typewriter poem—a random phrase and a season 2 episode of The Handmaid’s Tale…
An open letter to the Puritans (a poem)
A new typewriter poem.