Solid Quarter

Gamble no one will tell you & how could they anyway, but still you'll feel deceived no one says, one morning at 41 you'll wak...

what kind of person are you empty or is that the way fullness feels to you soft landing plac...

I write a lot about the experience of desire, attachment and online dating both in poetry and in essays and in general online. I listen to a...

"maybe the people who come to you can handle your darkness" said someone to me this week. a friend. i say to myself things like ...

dear poetry, what to do with strangers who come into our lives like a new word on the tongue and delicious this glistening, i sounded/ it ...

dear poetry, when it hurts, take it to the poem when it is loneliness , take it to the poem when suffering, take it to the poem that ...

dear poetry, turned culprit, awake in that sight line's murmuration comma of interruption invaded caught room of lit rock my sal...

                                           (Unica Zürn) dear poetry, read a poem to me in whispers at a crowded bar, the part of my l...

Dear Poetry, to poet naked against the backdrop of moving pictures we call the world we will not see things tomorrow the same way that ...

This was originally published on the Conversant, but the site appears to be down, so I pasted it here:  (em)bodied bliss (Moria Boo...