A Period Piece

The white of the sky blends into the thighsof the bobbling, blubbery ocean.It’s her time of the month,and she is bloated with clouds-rocks like areola lie sore among her shore.This daily flow of rain, a burden to bear,but she must keep pace and force out air.Winds to push the sails of men casting nets,mirrored in […]


Mother Of Serve Ware

Mother of serve ware,matriarch to our mouths,why are you neglected?Repeatedly unselected?Banished from backyard barbecues,daily table settings,and afternoon picnics?Why is your roundness rejected? Is it because you cannotstab or slice?You cradle instead of castrate;ladle and enticeinstead of twist and gyrate. Do we so soon forgetour move from breastto sucking on your surface?The way you lovingly mixmushy […]