Category: Prose & Poetry

  • Time to Flower

    We walk through hedge pebbles shaking off the cold Arms prickle with this new-found heat   Last year’s dandelions release their velvet seeds to the wind       We kiss the white faerie wisps off our fingertips   →

  • GO ASK ALICE – Out Now!

    My first book of poetry is now available for sale. It was a finalist (5th place!) in the Finishing Line Press New Women’s Voices Series. The book was released in June, 2016. Please consider ordering a copy now – it makes a great holiday gift! Also – my daughter did the cover art! Click Here →

  • Feminist Round Up and 5 Must Reads

    Many more wonderful articles at http://www.lunalunamagazine.com This article is here:  https://goo.gl/bFqMD7 February 25, 2016 BY LIZ AXELROD For months I’ve been following the blogs, the posts, the lists, the rants, the raves and the ravishings. I’ve been horrified, dumfounded, hysterical and generally nauseated by what I see as the breaking-down of women’s rights and liberties. →

  • Weekended

    Friday mourning slit-eyed at my hollow desk Seven hours sleep beats three the night before nothing beats your torso wrapped on mine Braced my face deep inhale curling chest hairs tracing brown and blond locked in clocked in alarm set: 2:15am Cold cab harsh to warm cave moments dark and eyes pasted to the bridge →

  • Shore Leave

    Electric pulse turns sand to glass. Salt erodes the break-line. Our unchecked heat devours clean white sand now spotted with refuse– needles, condoms, plastic bags, blackened oily shells. I gave you depth. You dredged up garbage. Storms give weight to water. While crests lap up this silent coast pulling in upon its shelf. *Published in →

  • The Wait

    I’m waiting My existence running away at the mouth with foul words and thoughts of connections lost in the stratosphere of my minuscule patience. I wait and wonder at decisions made while razors slice the dead ends and I’m shiny and moist with electric strands rolling down my back. I wait and ponder thoughts of →

  • Game Day

    I had my coat on                Ashes, ashes we all fall down The sidewalk Mica glistened Inviting trips through rabbit holes You came down the stairs looking perplexed– You leaving? Of course. The mason jars are empty and the waxing moon wants me to be alone. You don’t want this red peacoat on your bed. →