The Bathtub

I am in a bathtub filled with tepid bathbombed navy blue water.  I’m sick, stuffy nosed,  dripping nostrils, packed sinuses  The dryer twirls and drags clothes  Metal fasteners scratch metal,  Fabric thwacking on metal,  Tumbling  While the washer spins so fast it sounds like a jet engine  About to push off, away from the tarmac,… Continue reading The Bathtub

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I Used To Hate Poetry, But Now I Write It

  I used to hate poetry, but now I write it. Sometimes …sparingly. Some of it has been published on Spillwords.com, some of it remains in notebooks and journals. Most of it I wrote during college. My practice has been growingly irregular due to the need to write blog posts and PR copy. There are… Continue reading I Used To Hate Poetry, But Now I Write It