The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

The Gas-poker Forty-eight years ago —Can it be forty-eight Since then?—they forced the door Which she had ba...

The Door Was Open and the House Was Dark The door was open and the house was dark Wherefore I called his name, a...

Haiku Upon Kissing You After You Vomited. Upon Walking You Home and You Pissing in Your Pants. Upon Asking a C...

A Woman’s Letter I don’t want to be obedient and tame. Coddled like a cat. Faithful like a dog. With a belly t...

Love Poem Speak earth and bless me with what is richest make sky flow honey out of my hips rigid as mountains ...

Spring Day The immense hope, and forbearance  Trailing out of night, to sidewalks of the day  Like air breathed into a pape...

The Muse All that I am hangs by a thread tonight as I wait for her whom no one can command. Whatever I cherish most—youth, ...