poetry: stubborn

They think me boneless,I yield so easy.They think me skinless:I talk so white.They think me tender,home-grown prey.They think me chicken:They could be right. They think me token,just right for gaming.They think me ticket,not bad for ride.They think me house,a rigged roulette.They think me prize:They could be right. They think me numb,I smile so pretty.They think me fraud,a wolf, sheep-dyed.They think me cursed,I can’t keep nothin.They … Continue reading poetry: stubborn

stroke: nimbus, stratus, cirrus, cumulus

The world may be falling apart, but my press-on nails hold firmly. I cut the avocado in half, and turn away from the screens. I lightly season the fruit and scoop into it with a spoon. My nails are pink floral, and the scene before me is more springtime than springtime was. This year, springtime was blue and white– hospital rooms and lobbies, and stale … Continue reading stroke: nimbus, stratus, cirrus, cumulus