Wendy Crumpler

My house is full of treasures Leathered leaves and bits of sticks Piles of pebbles in remarkable places Boy wonders and secrets I share Gleaned… Read More »For My Son

…and came to the conclusion, all is middle. Beginning, middle, end a lie Taught to me by every acting, English, writing teacher mostly white men… Read More »Middle

I am a survivor It is my mark and badge It says you did not do it You did not socialize me to your liking… Read More »Survivor

I love your violence I seek it out In your face, in your fists, in the touch of every lover In the past, in the… Read More »Violence

Need my drug. Need to drink it up Sniff it up Shoot it up Fuck it up Need my drug Need peace Release Surcease Just… Read More »Need My Drug

You left My heart A great Black Hole Collapsing In Mass So dense No particle of love can make escape Unless I end With a… Read More »Cosmos