Prose Poem: Independence Day

Fireworks boomed through my tiny apartment perched high in the sky. Arranged around the coffee table were your friends and mine. You spotted my photo albums alone on a ledge. Rifling through each, your excitement went over the edge. “There!” you pointed, pride on your face. “This is what she looked like when I had a taste.” Flaunting a picture of me so young and so pretty… Continue reading Prose Poem: Independence Day

Prose Poem: Revisionist Histories

“Revisionist Histories” is another poem from the Elemental series. Working on this series with its biographical roots has certainly been interesting and revelatory for me. I’ve come to notice a pattern where I find it difficult to stop writing poems about certain lovers or even isolated events, while I have wholly neglected others. I’m sometimes surprised by my own emotional reactions; how I can’t seem to let go of some old (very old) betrayals. How difficult it can be to write about those who meant the most, or that I still look back on with some fondness. Continue reading Prose Poem: Revisionist Histories