'A woman made of words is milkweed, bound to rattle open, scatter, and be lost.'
~ Marisa de Los Santos (excerpted from Io's Gift, which was included in her poetry collection, From The Bones Out)
I left a poem on the side of the highway last night.
With every exhale, words, like litter, escaped me
To flee-float out and about and along,... more »
To a claustrophobic, the confessional
was penance enough, she thought -
an upended coffin filled with rotting sins
and little more.... more »
She tumbled from the sky that night
White washed and too familiar
Holding cotton candy dreams
In her hand... more »