wish upon planes
This poem started as a critique of beauty and art lost to industrialization and became… something else.
The preparation for Hurricane Ian and memory of Hurricane Irma inspired me to write this poem.
This poem came to me in the aftermath of Hurricane Ian.
Peeping and peeping in your hand, Gasping for air it’s not ready to breathe, A chick, half alive, half dead, Under sticky feathers. Wrapped in them. Trapped in them. Shrouded in them. “I thought it was rotten,” The other girl wails. Screaming and screaming, make that girl sob. Shatter her shell like she shattered the…
You’ve been painting your wings like a butterfly’s All your life.When you performed Lady Macbeth— “Out, damned spot! Out, I say!”— The students: “Are you an actor?” I am, you think. “I am not,” you say.When you were young: “Your sister is pretty, but you are prettier.” So you were.When you were studying: “You are…
Why do my words fall So carelessly, all I want is to speak with grace And discretion. But my tongue’s in a race To prove I’ve no control over me, To reveal to all, let them see My tendency toward indecency, To say whatever comes to mind, Ignore all consequence, ‘til I find I’ve pushed…