Hiding Place   After the beatings your darkness was my protection. My source of comfort after the sexual assaults. Hanging clothes were a curtain against the evil. Blankets on the floor held me close and secure. As a child you were my favorite friend. My…

I am in a closet, hidding from everybody I am heartbroken I do not want to see people anymore, I am tired of dischonesties, of being ignored when I most needed love I feel warm in a closet where it is totally dark, I feel…

Some of us like to hide from others, the world or even oneself, we can hide in books, or even with others, always being the one who questions, not the one who answers.   Hiding is second nature for some beginning in childhood with games…

What is not inside Among tidy shirts pants ties What wild beasts seas rains

“Closet” Skis never used, poles missing Electric guitar used twice Old love letters and postcards in a box Shoes, some never worn Graduation gown, used once Full sexual identity Pillow case, top sheet missing Boomerang from Australia, thrown once Scarf from Italy, team unknown Earrings,…

The afternoon is sauntering by. The sky is nearly clear, just a few far-off clouds that do not pose any threat. It is warm, I sit under one fan, another whirs in behind me. I am aware Bear and Duke are nearby. Poem number 12, the…

Yes, of course Well, sometimes But also no, never at all   I’m tired of faking the smile, Of pretending and eggshell-walking over your Quarter-century of doing the easiest While I suffer the consequences on the other side   So no, I’m foul Almost always…

Giants never walked the earth Giants never breathed the air Giants never ate of the land Giants never drank the lakes Giants built the earth Giants compressed the air Giants served the land Giants collected the snow We are ants Living on the shoulders Of…

On Thursday I had a strange dream The trees and gardens were in the sky All houses and streets were upside down. The rivers were flowing on the earth so high The oceans were glittering and glowing With high waves and foamy waters flowing. I…

I would crawl into it to get away from the world all its noises and lights I’d pull the door shut tight behind me slide the clothes aside bury myself behind them tucked into the dark my breathing slowing sometimes I’d hear my mother come…