“What do you need?” “Is there anything I can do for you?” “What do you need?” “Are you okay?” “What do you need?” What I need is impossible There’s no use voicing it “Is there anything I can do for you?” I don’t know I…

This is my grandmother’s recipe, so bear with me 1 tsp of sheer dumb luck 2 tbsp of a winning smile 1 and 1/2 tbsp nicotine addiction 1 cup of blatant disregard of those around him 2 cups unrelenting visions of grandeur This recipe takes…

Freedom One day very soon I will be free to go From this rehab place As I please, you know To begin again My very own life With all the hazards Including its strife Independence and Quiet solitude To be alone helps Balance attitude

As I sit here, thinking, typing, deleting, retyping I hear you in the other room Arguing with our dachshund JackJack And I can’t help, but smile You two going back and forth You, telling him, “No! Stop chewing on mommy!” Him, *whine* *growl* *grumble* *whine*…

One minute and counting. Where’s my muse? Gone. It’s had vegan choc cake, been giggling with friends, crying with friends …but where’s the muse. In the oven with the chick pea balls? In the fridge with the carrot salad? On the front stoop where my…

1/ Momma, I am quarantine in your house You are far away from this contagion Writing to you, I want to sprinkle but I douse I remove skin, no gentle microdermabrasion Two bridal magazines from the one in my mess Who I can’t help but…

We’ve been burned We’ve been drowned We’ve been put on trial For simply being women, but No flame too hot No water too deep No judge and jury Will ever take away Our magic. We only grow stronger And this is our witching hour  

the thick mantle hidden deep beneath our feet melts bit by bit and fists of molten rock thrust themselves into already cramped chambers but my mother always strokes restless eyelids closed to try stop even the lightest bit of magma erupting through one of many…

Beth A. Fleisher Hour 1   Prompt:  Write a poem about an influential woman you know personally.   DIRT AND DIAMONDS   Linda was born in the South, transplanted long ago to Oregon, living in the country with husband, Bob, and inspiration-cat, Gracie. Green fields,…