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POETRY: 2022

Poems published in literary journals in 2022

Office Dress

Published in Feral Poetry,
June 30, 2022

I did not see the granola bar
until I arrived at work
and rummaged through
my bag for lipstick or a tissue.

Actress Holding a Gun

Published in New Verse News,
June 24, 2022

Had my life but stood 

a loaded gun, I might have 

roamed these sovereign states

with ease and in the open.

New Flowers

Published in Pendemics Journal,
Spring, 2021

This month is known

for the unflinching bind

of life and death. My Aprils

have crescendoed into despair,

each more deafening than the last.

People's Shadows

Published in Pendemics Journal,
Spring, 2021

She learned in the early 90s

that the sidewalks of New York

are not flat, taking her handheld

level to the pavement to find

how hard it was for the weakened

still beautiful men to walk the avenues

Hand Pile of Happy Group

Published in New Verse News,
May 25, 2022

Can you see it?

The shredding of precious 

organs, of slim muscles and growing

bones, of smiles and baby teeth,

of dimples and pinky promises, 

when weapons meant for war

open fire on 40- and 50-pound

children crouching under desks,

Leaky Sink Drain Pipe

Published in New Verse News,
May 5, 2022

My daughters and I live in a leaky 

old house. The three of us have 

learned how to handle a plumbing 

emergency, to spring into action, 

sop up the mess, cut the water lines,

track the source, mend the seams.

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Published in Autumn Sky Poetry Daily,
April 11, 2022

As spring arrived once more,
the death calls petered out.
We made it through a full year,
just barely, and survived.

Sahara Desert

Published in Autumn Sky Poetry Daily,
February 11, 2022

I’ve come to think of this virus as a mad villanelle,
like Sisyphus staggering up that hill under his stone
each week tumbling backward into hell.

White Duvet

Published in MockingHeart Review,
Winter 2022

One year into the long tail of this virus

I find things I do not recognize,

veins bulging that once lay flat, flacid pouches

where muscle lived and flexed, fine lines

and crepe-draped skin puckering