Bree Williams : Writing

Quarantine

Quarantine

A Poem by Bree Williams


I want to inhale the virus. I want to swim in it. Surrender cell by cell to uncertainty, unmaking. My heart will stutter. Or not. Stop. Or not. But I ..
I Do

I Do

A Poem by Bree Williams


What won't I give you?Platter and chalice, bounty and skill. The fruits of my labors, scrubbed clean.What won't I give you?My thighs flashing white in..
Daughter Song

Daughter Song

A Poem by Bree Williams


I feel insane,and carved of rock, beaten by pacific winds,and constructed of steel beams by men with short lives,and fragile, and feral,all teethall s..