Tagged relationships

The Poem of Anger

I am writing the poem of anger, and it has never been so easy to write a poem, but when I tell the poem to slow down, take it easy, he leaps from the desk, races down the stairs and out the door. Now the poem of anger is running through crowds of people hurrying…

Hooked

If someone snagged me yanked me choking into light bludgeoned me and ripped me belly to breast, they’d find you inside—                  your barbed wire arms                  caught deep in flesh                  already hardened                  into scars                  my slatted ribs a crate                  that can’t contain                  your shame                  the saddle of my pelvis                  weighted with rocks                  you threw                  and then…

Juicy Chicken

I like the skin on chicken, and I’ve never found out if that’s weird or not. My dad thought it was weird, so he’d rip my skin off and feed it to the dogs. My mom didn’t think it was weird, but she also didn’t eat chicken. She’d just smile and watch us eat it…

Images of You

I was in some semblance of participation at the writer’s group, attempting to divert any conscious construction of stilted prose specifically by imagining myself in a favorite setting. Picture the place in your mind. The monotone of the instructor was not as hypnotically conducive as intended. My attempt at self-transport felt briefly like big surging…

It’s All Over

Whenever anyone at McDonald’s or any other place in his hometown of Lamesa, Texas, sixty miles south of Lubbock, would ask Sonny Echols Jr., “What’s it like over there?” he wouldn’t tell them about Royce Humphrey who burned alive in the Humvee in Rustamiyah, Iraq, October six, 2009, at 0800 hours in front of police…

The Reply

As they were bumping north on Madison for the day’s last meeting, Allyn drew Reeves’s attention to a young woman standing in front of an office building entryway flanked by an art gallery on one side and a ladies and girls shop on the other. Allyn said she was a former tenant in an apartment…

Brake Lights

After deciding to call it quits again, we drive together back to our separate lives, my recently ex-boyfriend and I. Still don’t know why, we didn’t wait until the end of our vacation to say goodbye. Now we’re trapped in a car together passing through old towns and past brown signs marking history, lost lakes,…

The Fifth Season

Now it’s tsuyu, the stifling June rain. Your hands are making me hot and we feel relentless. Rancid, my buttery foreignness. You hover, a mosquito in a love-stained room. I smell the rotting tatami.     ABOUT THE AUTHOR Alexandra Corrin-Tachibana started reciting poetry at age five, when she attended Speech and Drama lessons in…

Laundry Day

Your smell of mint and citrus infused in my pillowcase, Becoming a tea bag of spices steamed to the precipice of oblivion. I don’t want to wash my sheets but a chocolate stain calls for detergent attention. “Eating chocolate in bed?” Your mouth sputters, air escaping from a carbonated glass, Pleasant and causing your eyes…

The Bullring

It was exciting to be in Spain and traveling with Ava. In truth, it was exciting to be anywhere with Ava. We walked arm and arm, wandered into charming cafes, and took in all the main sights. We were at that stage in a relationship where it was new enough to be filled with wonder…