Poem for Renee Good –– Poet and speaker of truth –– Your brains splayed, You exposed them, in the most dramatic of ways. Bitch. What dies there, where you lived your last stanzas? 22 February 202622 February 2026
Fked by the patriarchy Again and Again – we take the chairs, we send the phones, we pay the theft and we say NO, fk that! 20 February 202620 February 2026
A different day — an ocean pool — more forgetting — a smile that once would have fluttered a heart — no scalpels and luck holds firm 29 January 202629 January 2026
At the local swimming pool — the only one with unbarbered legs and no towel, chocolates dragging me down — but the sky is blue 17 January 202613 January 2026