Post by noreen (@opomerance) on Wed, 30 Jan 19 18:54:37 +0000 View Full Post drainwater My mother’s flag swells with the same colors as my own, but my skin would burn under the golden sun from which hers was forged, unaccustomed to ...
Post by noreen (@opomerance) on Wed, 30 Jan 19 18:54:08 +0000 View Full Post a thousand hearts No one has ever pulled me apart like this. Unraveled & restitched in one season, pulled tight & secure: I feel entirely new. A thousand hear...
Post by noreen (@opomerance) on Wed, 30 Jan 19 18:53:40 +0000 View Full Post flight Our umbrella unfurls into the mist like a bird’s wings preparing for flight, but we are not headed anywhere. I prefer it like this, the lines of your ha...
Post by noreen (@opomerance) on Fri, 25 Jan 19 20:43:50 +0000 View Full Post thimble These are simple words, ones that could never hope to impress, but you already know my love is never poetic and always too harsh, wildfires sewn int...
Post by noreen (@opomerance) on Fri, 25 Jan 19 20:42:53 +0000 View Full Post to the girl in the pictures five/five: a poem on death I buried you years ago, but I still find myself scraping you from the crescents of my nail beds, scrub...
Post by noreen (@opomerance) on Fri, 25 Jan 19 20:41:39 +0000 View Full Post here four/five: a poem on nature From here, the sky’s eyes are brightest when weeping into the terracotta pots strewn across my backyard, their ancient pain...
Post by noreen (@opomerance) on Sun, 29 Oct 17 19:07:24 +0000 View Full Post embroidery three/five: a poem on life I have not seen you stitch a smile in some time— though you must know how to, surely? you have woken amidst too few sun...
Post by noreen (@opomerance) on Sun, 29 Oct 17 19:06:54 +0000 View Full Post in memoriam of what was mine two/five: a poem on love there are some pieces of me you can never return. during the silence between dreams, I have felt your s...
Post by noreen (@opomerance) on Sun, 15 Oct 17 23:19:43 +0000 View Full Post the afternoons one/five: a poem on home for seventeen years I have lived behind a door that creaks with the color of sunrise, beneath an asphalt roof that s...
Post by noreen (@opomerance) on Sun, 13 Aug 17 22:53:21 +0000 View Full Post birth of mosaic when you pulled me from the hearth limb by limb, i was still crackling with the fire that melded my bones from bare elements, too young to ...
