Born To M. her name is Mary In the underpass On a cardboard box By the half pipe crack pipe…
Born with brilliant brain and a betraying body she crawls from a baby, to a 5th grader literally on her hands…
The genus and species of the the Apis mellifera are those raisin -sized honey bees the only beings creating honey…
A Chuck-A- Rama of Consequences. If I really ask you to STOP your BULLYING WORDS. I’ll break from the status…
My brain A four pound cosmos Of matter Does matter To me. Neurochemicals Marinate with me Moving from baby, to…
In custom of curandera amongst the leaves, hierbas and yellow pollen buds of manzanilla Abuelita Keeps an olive oil jar…
She’s hitching a ride with her broken thumb adorned by chipped, orange dreamsicle polish. The driver is a Mormon bishop…
Muffled dish clinks and laughs come from under the white lights of Merritt’s country cafe the moon like an alley…
On Chicago’s North Side Spelling out “WONDER” And I do About you 1,500 miles away Who you are Why we…
Genie’s Weekly Constitution is her standing Saturday 8:30 am appointment at Geno’s Barber and Beauty shop in Emmett, Idaho. Her…
Holding a Viewmaster to the light, images on circle slides focus into a Tennessee sunrise sky blushing a rosy applesauce…
There’s half an empty glass of a Cuba Libre From a six dollar bottle of rum and a Dollar Store…
Last call, last dance Her hair is jammed into a bun tighter than a guitar string. She can’t decide what…
Carolyn Bevington’s Wide Eyed Wonders Graphic Poetry Project has been recognized by the Alexa Rose Foundation with a grant in support…
Happily After So Ever Such Rapture Star crossing lovers so high sat in the dark on a swing in the…
Soft brain spot like a bruise on a pear It’s broken –this chair But You always sat next to me…
Converse Hi-Tops hang from street lights while crosses of telephone poles stay stuck in chunks of sidewalks like carnival birthday…
At the exact same corner, every day Chester holds a cardboard sign that carefully reads: Visions of a Cheeseburger. The…
I worked once as a CNA in a nursing home. One of my patients was dying and her leg was…
The orbs of our West, those tumbleweeds, tickle the sage with their thorns and roll in a lonely freedom. The…