The Hair Exhibit at Auschwitz That Doesn’t Allow Photographs These shafts dead piled behind glass straight, wavy blackish, brownish wheat coloured scarecrow braid This silky earth sticks to surface of ballooning outrage shuttered recollections of follicles, the ones scissored from becoming.
Fear of Drowning our relationship has never been fluid I remember the first time, I screamed to the point of embarrassment and others screamed back in static echoes over time. Now when you touch me, nausea coats me with blue fear while panic attacks begin their drum roll. It’s the depth I can’t quite comprehend,
Setting Up A Classroom During A Pandemic Perhaps I’ll wipe down some textbooks, hardcover ones like Bones, Dog Man, Diary of A Wimpy Kid the ones kids read over and over, the ones they will protest being put in quarantine jail before someone else can read it again. Cleanliness, distance and time. Spacing between desks.
Essential Work What work is mine? Offering my full cornucopia, cut from leg of sacrificial lamb? Allowing my rounded fruit to be cupped squeezed, peeled bruising concealed? Resurrecting the ole iron lung, its dependable clatter, the work of being essential noise for those needing reminders of the sweetness of breathing on our own without effort.
Mexican Restaurant Patio greetings to pine picnic tables in reconstructed parking lots to lime margaritas chicken mole enchiladas dare I try spicy chocolate sauce others might resist in favour of safe in favour of normal? Risky tastes delicious. As I expected.
The inaugural theme the Literary Committee has chosen for August 2020 is “Openings.” Committee member Rhonda Melanson describes what openings means to her: “To define openings is to allow access, a beginning, an initial part, being declared open and ready to use, preliminary statements, a clearing, an opportunity to achieve something. Think about stage 2