A work in progress
Whispers on the phone are
Crackling gift wrap
Smeared with frosting
That once was ours
Silver forks and knives
Clatter against the wall
And fall like confetti
Into the litter box
Sandpaper scream bottlenecks
At the vocal cords
Silence a dead skunk in the road
As if a cat got your tongue
In the cockpit with Dianna Stanger
Musings on Motherwork, Gender, Sexuality, and Love
The Periphrastic Mind Of A Liberal Arts Major
since 2007
poetry
from the Silver Age and beyond
writing from a survivor of crazy shit
"We're all out there, somewhere, waiting to happen."
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Poet playing in the bowels of vowels and kicking across consonants, I run roughshod through uncooperative words and strike an inking rhyme or two. Copyright © 2012-2014 Tiffany Coffman All Rights Reserved
Politics, Poetry, Prattle and Praxis from Jerusalem
Poetry by Leanne Rebecca Ortbals
a resource for moving poetry
The works and artistic visions of Ken Knieling.
fatherhood, zen, and the buddha's footprints in an everyday life
The Shape of Cows' Ears: Poetry and other writing
[ Smiles ] That is a nice one!
Thank you, Renard. It started in a completely different place from where it ended up. Love the process.