R. Oxley : Writing

Always, Catalpa

Always, Catalpa

A Poem by R. Oxley


warns of temporary blossomingfleeting tenderness of springtimedespite how often we tried to teach lovers her namedulcet amber on the tongueshe is the ..
Restoration

Restoration

A Poem by R. Oxley


repairing the house, and my relationship with my parents
sunshine in which i am whole again

sunshine in which i am whole again

A Poem by R. Oxley


dreams about a lost friend
Generational Curses

Generational Curses

A Poem by R. Oxley


the things my grandparents taught my parents, who taught me, for better or for worse
White Knuckles

White Knuckles

A Poem by R. Oxley


after Francesca Woodman's "Untitled" (1977-78)
On days when poems aren't Pallas

On days when poems aren't Pallas

A Poem by R. Oxley


about writer's block
Home Land

Home Land

A Poem by R. Oxley


a recollection of home, and the places I found to escape it.
The Work Here At Home

The Work Here At Home

A Poem by R. Oxley


regarding returning to my childhood home, and the conflicting feelings of old trauma and new hopes.
Chicago February

Chicago February

A Poem by R. Oxley


After a strange instance of needing to climb over a freight train in order to get where I needed to go, I penned this poem as a way of expressing my f..
Momma

Momma

A Poem by R. Oxley


a dream and memories of my mother, and the times we spent together when she didn't seem concerned with her appearance

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