Voice of Eve

Dual i question my masculine because i am no man but/ that's where i keep my strength. heavy with milkfull and giving but i can't say...

Fractured Lives Born with the memory of the first spark we grow to points of fractured glass. We must now let go of distractions like...

Getting Lost as a Child on the Feast Day of Saint Bernadette First there was rushing sunlight, a cold, clear morning. France in April, a...

I’ve been eating honey right from the spoon -- Marie Ponsot after Marie Ponsot after (as she, as her, as female, remembers) bees hum &...

I Remember I don’t remember love, only eye-rolling impatience and folded-arm frustration at my attempts to connect I can’t recall...

Second Story Bedroom My mother was a second child, the daughter born five years after the favored son. She spent weekends confined to a...

Outside Woman She came to him open-mouthed like the caves of Gasparee black gums dripping stalactite breathing tendrils of herb Cursing a...

Room A ring sits on the shelf On your side of the walk-in closet All your clothes now gone We fought when we purchased the house I...

Hirsute Woman I am all hair. Not the charming furriness of Frida Kahlo’s ironical unibrow, the sensual sepias of her lounging, nude,...

Once They came once, a people we didn’t believe in warriors across a horizon colourless with war They fought once, but they bled alone...

Promises When did it change from love to hate The loathing you feel is etched on your face Your hurtful words leave invisible scars And...