Friar Laurence’s Last Confession
No one else saw the shiver of her ribcage
beneath Romeo’s arm, the fog of her breath
as it clouded the flat bottom of the chalice.
Her skin was still warm, bright blood staining
her bodice in the shape of a cross. A sign.
He carried her to his cell,…
The Amazing Human Magpie
Heaven is eating a handful of bolts. In the third grade
I swallowed a staple by chance. It scratched but I loved
the fine points opening inside my throat. One boy saw
it happen; a single day passed and every pupil knew.
I collected for months, a jackdaw’s…
what happens when you put two writers who both love poetry in a house together? this.
with apologies, mr. williams.
National Poetry Month: Free Verse Photo Project 2010
Poem 9: e.e. cummings, “the boys i mean are not refined”
National Poetry Month: Free Verse Photo Project 2010
(inspired by) Poem 8: BJ Ward, “White Trash”
“old no-good-for-nothin’ jagged-toothed white white white trash that I motherfuckin’ am.”
