girls bleed so easily you are the roar, the scream. the howl, the distance between us, the invisible line, the first day, the last...

PLAGUE IV I make scapulars and write spells while those who are lost mark time in the temple of words, I chant elegies from the rooftops...

a small woman like me is a ghost who circumambulates streets and hallways with audacity a small woman like me is a portrait too far a...

I am a shipwrecked world, I die, I rise again, a woman such as I. I am an abandoned playground for misfits, a castle for saints and...

Welcome to my blog, offspring of Banned Poetry, a zine I created to celebrate alternative and innovative poetry.This is a new format for...

you are a “mansion of hearts and flowers” where old lovers go to die. those women were immersed in magic, they haunted the streets at...

III:: memory text at night you can hear the swamps keening/ mourning their lost species/everything deserves some measure of fidelity, ...

©Paulette C Turcotte will she remember her name? will the child speak? will innocence hold? if the child wakens if you whisper your...

LITANIES I am the archangel of fire ascending the bone ladder, I am the sin-eater attending the sacred ruin, a trail of shadows.

DAWN I we wait by the window for your return there is no moon