Memoriam

For the victims of the Magdalene Laundries   There will be no sainthood for you here. No hands wrung in grief; no human heart offering.   If angels must, let them sing in minor of mothers who crown their sons and punish their daughters   our lost daughters   and the sun that shines through […]

For Anne

The longest night lives inside her blessed clasp, and echoes of beyond a thousand dawns still spark beneath her eyelashes; the embers of every livid fire etched between words, stitched into the binding of her heart’s bible. Death gives such beauty to pain, and she knew it as she slipped into her mother’s fur coat […]

Diphylleia 

Daughter, please         hold my hand. There is rain       coming; look — a congregation of heavy promise waits above our heads to bathe us.        It gives God to our ordinary air. Aren’t you beautiful? I have a gift for you.  Please, hold my hand; k ep me in your tender palm. Parts of me are fading […]

Going Dutch

I cut my teeth on you; let enamel tear through the warm pink tissue of adolescence. I bared my legs, but bent them inward, dressed them in angles in case you found them too soft too fleshy. You didn’t (they weren’t). I kept my hair down so subtle shadows fell where cheekbones might be, stolen […]

Equilibrium

I’m strutting stratospheric, embellished and splendid in my NHS wedding dress. My mother was here before me, her father before her, his uncle before that — lucky, lucky me — our platinum gilted heirloom hops generations and genders, our gene pool a puddle of madness thickened with blood and tear-streaked shrieking saliva. I’m in my […]

Pink Is A Sister Sick 

with sweetness. Bright; blinds beautiful men, robs them of their enamel, but they never protest. Fat lashes fan those flushed cheeks, like blood blushing milk, bones so high and hollow beneath. Pink licks the dark, but refuses to wear it. I went panning for black diamonds in her hair in our girlhood, and found nothing […]