Category: Poetry

  • Gun Talk

    And here, 3000 miles away in the warehouse where I work, they are talking guns

  • Suzy Sureck, Fiely Matias, Zap Mama, Tracie Morris

    Martha Cinader speaks with Suzy Sureck, Tony Robles with Fiely Matias, spoken word by Zap Mama, Tracie Morris

  • Wednesday, May 17 on WPVM 103.7 FM

    Martha Cinader speaks with Suzy Sureck about her multi-media installation Tread Lightly. Tony Robles speaks with Fiely Matias about his book Reebee, dedoo, dada.

  • Cardboard Poem Written on a Warehouse Wall

    Cardboard Poem Written on a Warehouse Wall

    Why not get into this box? it said, there’s enough room for you to get away, to hide I thought about it as I held a box cutter in my handsWhy not get into this box? it said, there’s enough room for you to get away, to hide I thought about it as I held…

  • hypervigilant chickens

    hypervigilant chickens

    roost with a gun run from sunlight look for a fight forgot how to fly don’t want to know why pray they won’t be prey cry and wait cry and wait too late to cry and wait

  • i   am not   you

    i am not you

    we be free do you see what i free not be you see i what free be me

  • wrong

    wrong

    all for naught fraught with care don’t be where you knot belong

  • Overheated Heart

    Overheated Heart

    I see the smoke in your car for a long time, the younger one says They get ouf of the truck and tell me to pop the hood

  • to belong

    to belong

    i know i go i flow i see i free i me part of whole a soul

  • Shame Game

    Shame Game

    he covers her cage with his rage, takes her song, tells her she’s wrong, weak, shouldn’t speak. she waits long for dawn.

  • he chose me

    he chose me

    fresh with still-wet hair spit on my pubescent idea of fair, a wad on my head to add to my dread that he might lash out about a girl as wrong as a protest song

  • what is tomorrow?

    what is tomorrow?

    what is tomorrow? does memory make me? can it break me? am i what was said? was i led to dread? what’s in my head?

  • i gave a bug a hug

    i gave a bug a hug

    i gave a bug a hug she was here first custodian of the universe. i watered her tree, thanked her for visiting me. we’re friends to the end. it’s war out there. we have to take care of each other.

  • Assembling a Wheelchair

    Assembling a Wheelchair

    And somewhere a wheel chair
is being put together while a
world tilts on its axis trying to
find its bearings

  • Every Word

    Every Word

    Every Word i never said because of dread lives in my jaw reading law books rings in my ears, gives me dirty looks, plays with fear i hold dear.