Author Archive for ekswitaj

Poem: Dolls

In my latest poem, Dolls, now appearing at Bird’s Thumb, I’ve mashed up fiction and truth-as-I-remember-it to twist youthful slings back against themselves. The fun part, for me, is that I don’t have to tell you which lines I believe to…

Sunday Small Stone 92

wide eyes narrow, flash back to amber marbles and repeat on the way to sleep between the kitten’s own shadow stripes in grey and white belly stretch there are no clouds or drought or tigers