Amanda Joy AyersThe monkA joke about a picture frame His tongue bumping teeth in his mouth — The way he flips it over and holds it between his molars is something…Aug 26Aug 26
Amanda Joy AyersThe writerWe’re sitting at a two-person table in your tiny kitchen before the sun is up. You put the kettle on and sit knock-kneed across from meAug 19Aug 19
Amanda Joy AyersOpeningOpening to you has made me so scandalously beautiful can anyone tell there’s an ache in my solar plexus? The gnaw of pleasure wounding…Aug 12Aug 12
Amanda Joy AyersLegacyWe are sisters, three Translations of one Ancient mythic text Tightrope walking on Sidewalk cracks Foraging the front lawn prairie To feed…Aug 5Aug 5
Amanda Joy AyersHiking with exes IVI wonder about moving in your space, penetrating your bubble a hand on your arm, a finger tracing your jaw I wonder if you close your eyes…Jul 29Jul 29
Amanda Joy AyersHiking with exes IIIthe sweat beading on your neck I can escape the wanting for a little whileJul 22Jul 22
Amanda Joy AyersHiking with exes IYou tell me — a long inhale plunging deep in your chest — that you love me. It slips lightly between your teeth and dances on the air…Jul 9Jul 9
Amanda Joy AyersMarriage counselingThe green glow of glass Gray winter hung in an old church window From the mouths of unanswered prayers — This is its own answer: A voice…Mar 30Mar 30
Amanda Joy AyersSounds of a season endingI keep blaming the numbness On loves since the divorce.Mar 29Mar 29