About the Man we Call BJ: Poetry by K. R. Morrison

             Mom said,
                         "he introduced me to myself."
 youngest of five, her thirstiest child
 what a love story, its red
                         words in life’s thick book of black scripture.
 forty years later, she basked in love 
 with him, still
 silver haired, her heart bags packed 
 for the Great Reunion
 i watched her wander those memories
 behind schoolgirl eyes, protecting
                         their private labyrinth, no trespassing
 she repeats these words like lullaby, as if rocking 
 me on a porch, rather than trapped in her hospice bed
                         every word wrapped in nectarine dawn 
 like i’d never heard them
 for her, i pretend
 traditional, vintage love never gets old, sensing 
 she doesn’t mean what us riotgirls detest 
 those of us above graves, lovers alive
 enough to honor androgyny, bury gender
                         we too are introduced to ourselves 
 in the heart havoc, love that drops its bombs
 via messengers, when the soul mates come
 such Bloody Love stirs in eclipses
 plants seeds in dark moons 
 ancestor patterns crash into us
 through retrograde rear ends
 in the wounds we breed, we recreate 
 so many of us discover ourselves 
 in that thorned red mess, love disarming 
 so paths repave, wardrobed 
                         in lover catechisms. 
K. R. Morrisson

For 17 years, K.R. Morrison has been teaching English and Creative Writing at Galileo High School in San Francisco, Ca. She’s a drummer, writer, and these days she spends her time by the sea, near family in Southern California. Morrison’s first chapbook Cauldrons was recently published and released by Paper Press. She’s currently working on two new collections, including a large poetry manuscript titled, From her Wrist. Apart from reading at curations in New Orleans, Los Angeles, and New York, Morrison’s poetry has featured throughout several Bay Area readings. Her work has been published by Switchback, Quiet Lightning, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Gasconade Review and Great Weather for Media.

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