The underbelly of the business lunch: A #poem for VP #Pence
I don’t usually write satirical poems, but VP Pence’s unwillingness to have lunch alone with a woman who is not his wife called for it. It’s hard not to lampoon this administration.
Category Archives: Bad girls publish new poems on their blogs
Drafts of poems I’m sharing on my blog
A poem in which the poet wears a red dress for the apocalypse or whatever
Here / trying to enact what they mean when they say Let’s cross over. / If I write about the butterfly you’ll think I want to be one But who are you
A poem about the trouble with November
Who am I in all this / to feel love so abundant? This morning, a tree / on my lawn catches the sun. It sits in bare branches / like a bright ball of yarn I want to keep in a basket / even though I can make nothing of it.
A poem about two people in a tent
This poem (draft) is quite a bit more gentle — and certainly more sentimental — than is normal for me. Today, apparently, the muse has a fondness for camping.
A poem about playing house
This is the first poem I’ve posted in a while, but I don’t think it will be the last. As I mentioned in a recent post, Collin Kelley has decided to start posting poems again on his blog, and I’ve been inspired, as a result, to get back to doing the same thing.
Pre-game love (or love-less) poetry
Apparently, I’m obsessed with the grocery store (I wrote about it last time, too). I am as surprised as you are. I actually hate stores in real life. I avoid them ’til they’re absolutely necessary.
That time I broke the rules
It’s been a while since I’ve written online and in public, and I have no idea what the hell is going on in this draft.
