you think you blind you ain’t seen blackness you think you pure you ain’t seen lightness you think you holy ain’t nothin’ about you that’s sacred you think you unclean you ain’t tasted filth you think you limitless you ain’t carried freedom’s chain you think you outraged you barely breathin’, girl you think you crimson […]
Author: Laurie MacFayden
washing day
my name is clementine and i need time breakdowns take time, you know they sent me away, child they sent me away i want to go home i need to go home they won’t let me go home where is my home? do they even remember me there? i need time time to do the […]
carpal tunnel mountain
what the river says go slow feed me (you’ve forgotten how, forgotten you used to know this; but it will come back to you) talk to me bathe in me stand near me lie down beside me breathe be still hear me listen take a drink water yourself use me as breath as guide your […]
why don’t dreams speak english
why don’t dreams speak english why do i crave coffee and salt why can’t two or more lovers vie for my affection with flowers sonnets, chocolate pearls & boat trips down the seine why don’t we hold hands anymore why don’t we give people names to war games like we do with hurricanes: peggy sue […]
this is how our love affair would go
(from a dog-eared SAGA notebook, november 2000) this is how our love affair would go if you weren’t married, or straight, or celebate — and i don’t even know if you’re married, or straight or celebate, but if i did know, and you weren’t any of those things, or on the rebound, or dying … […]
barrie me not
“how can a free spirit ever possibly take flight living in a place called BARRIE?” i scream this at my mother who cannot seem to understand why i am packing up my ’75 datsun b210 rustbucket and driving 2,000 miles away to take a job in alberta. my mother isn’t getting it, but my 22-year-old […]
cutting the cord
three days and counting. on saturday, i made a phone call to my cable provider, asking them to disconnect my service. the chop comes on wednesday. why? because, to paraphrase the boss: “57 bazillion channels and there’s nothing on.” this decision did not come easily. i’m a boomer; part of a proud, gluttonous generation that […]
something fishy about fifty
march 16, 2007, happy birthday kathy f you’re fifty, kathy, so of course i’m going to … think of you naked. it’s what you wanted, yes? well OK then, yes, i will think of you naked … and i will think of you in paris … not writing poetry, necessarily, but breathlessandtalkingfast and … eating; […]
the writers go for breakfast
Skim milk latte? We don’t do that OK, eggs florentine then. That’s with spinach, right? Um usually yeah but we’re out of spinach OK, without the spinach then. Are soy lattes any good? No Another latte, then, but this time without caffeine, please Hmmmm … Oh, do you not do decaf? Well, yeah, we “do” […]