Words
Still Life
Imagine being free
from technology
Listening to wind borne symphonies
And the silence of shadows
Listen.
Kristen Marshall is an artist, writer and a founding member of Boulder Rights...
livea humble
i am sho my armz will fall wit fat & my chin will double wit a smile & my hair will turn gold befoe it turns grey lyke...
An Ode to the Sounds of Blackness
When Ray Charles asked, “Come live with me and won’t you be my love?” Gladys said she’s leaving to be with him On a midnight train...
Mother’s Persian Rugs
Mother wouldn’t have liked
those three men—
with their long grizzly beards
and big Milwaukee guts,
not to mention the mud
they tracked all over
Mother’s Persian rugs.
That day it...
Turnaround
One hundred and eightyDegree turnaroundMade several timesIn one lifetime—
From numbers runner and burglarBreaking into mansions of moneyed White menTo writer and Muslim messengerReaching into...
I am always asleep, always dreaming
promise: I lost the meaning of the wordwhile begging & beggingfor it to be solid
my teeth reach into hope to sinkbiting into air that...
big night out
bits & piecesof me slough offevery day slivers of sanityflecks of hopescraps of intellecti sweep them up & save themfor a rainy day
whispers of old...
