Losing Teeth

No. 15 Will a pulled tooth return as a phantom? Like a leg or an arm is said to do? Will there be a ghost in my mouth? Will it bite the hygienist's finger next time she goes in to probe. "Gotcha!" She'll pull away holding up a sore finger wondering what happened. I'll feel... Continue Reading →

Period Myths, or a Blood-letting

  Oh how the blood stories continue. Here are two pieces that look at the fiction around menstruation, and the truths. My own poem "All the Protection You Need", which quotes a litany of sanitary product packaging text, and I've re-posted right here beside today's book review "New Book Busts Myths About Menstruation Spread by... Continue Reading →

Go on a Kiss Adventure

  Every kiss adventure begins with one kiss. The first one. First kisses, as in the first time you kiss a person whom you have never kissed, as in a kiss kiss--not a grandma’s peck or baby’s burble, although those are pretty wonderful--but the first kiss with your crush. First kiss with your date. Your... Continue Reading →

A Threefer*

Poetry Month, Poem A Day, Nos. 13, 14, 15 Mockingbird Noisy old girl alone with your songs sitting in a rocking chair on a starry night whistling on a branch jabbering like an old girlfriend carrying on and on in conversations nobody really listens to you maybe the moon or me staying up past my... Continue Reading →

Make those Bones Stronger

Make Those Bones Strong Make those bones stronger than the sliver of new light, resting on the gutters along his neighbor's roof, promising another day, good or bad, another. Make those bones stronger than his dog’s, where resilience and patience reside, waiting for the jingle of the leash, a morning walk? Always happy for just another... Continue Reading →

eclipse yourself

blood moon red cavity in the sky a missing molar lunar dentistry children release teeth win fairy tale prizes, proud of the gap imagine that just dropping a limb a digit or a hip, a wrist, a twisted ankle and blooming a new one eclipse yourself become a shadow a hole in the western  sky... Continue Reading →

Thinks, Thanks, Thongs

Time for a little nostalgia, and I can't look back at one item, without reminiscing about the other.  Thongs, the kind we used to wear on our feet, that evolved into something else, well, the word did anyway, and blood. Bleeding to be exact. Menses. Messy menses. And the whole bit. So here we go. When... Continue Reading →

Glass in Our Tortillas

It made for a pretty sweet parenting pleasure to arrive home to a house where I could see the vacuum wheel tracks running across the carpet like directional signs saying 'This way to clean!' And to smell the fresh red chile pork in the kitchen. 'Are we at your mom's?' I asked the girls' dad.... Continue Reading →

A Bug in My Eye, or Dear Eye Doctor, You Missed the Metaphor

The eye doctor said with ease, expertise, and very little drama, "You have a bug in your eye. It's part of a wing, probably from a beetle." While he is an ophthalmologist, and not an entomologist, I doubted his diagnosis. Not about the foreign object, that was evident from several weeks of feeling exactly like... Continue Reading →

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