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Beyond The Ether

You do not have to be here now all day, everyday Searching for cosmic signs, all that guru bullshit You don’t have to be perfectly good...

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Crocodile

Crocodiles sharpen their teeth on a chainsaw while I sleep and dream of pianos whispering, mixing drinks, and laughing about the economy...

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What am I alive for?

What am I alive for? Is it to breathe the easy insolence of the wind, to see it circle around a cherry sky strike violets against the blue...

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Wildfire

In your stained glass eyes and colourful tears, I see through to the fire burning in your heart Calmed not even by the cold tile of the...

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FELONIOUS

On a dare I slunk by you smoky eyeliner tight jeans pierced belly Took a stool Bartender I’ll have what he has on him Watched you in the...

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female socialisation

let her deal with it but give her some gauze some booze for wounds to rub with burning and catch the colours of her face as her blood...

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my beloved: daughter of Jerusalem

mouth is better than wine. thy name poured after daughters, my soul loveth women. my beloved is dove eyes. i am rose and lily. lily love...

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Back to Black

The last thing I remember about last Night was dancing on a tarnished table To Amy Winehouse’s, Back to Black. Everything was uneven like...

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Violets

after Courtney Love Tiny, four leaf vibrating and glistening. Sprouted on the hillside of her yard, listening to the murmur of cutting...

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Prize of Poison

I want it. No,needit, the panacea; Or, perhaps the exhilaration of the release trailing after it – unsure which; Does it matter?...

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Sun Rays in Strands

Cool in Japanese garden shade, parchment spirits float on a sea of clay. Empty are the raindrops that fall on storm faces, conversing about...

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The Math of a Princess

is there’s just one of you — more in the corps, a dozen girls who covet the headpiece secured by thirty bobby pins.  Abhor your good...

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Listen to Your Mother

I am your mother the birth-blood on your forehead a fedora the milk nipple a trough gone dry I am coyote cry that curls from your throat...

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White Horses

He offered me a white horse and a happily ever after. I have never been much for hollow happiness, And ever afters are plans I couldn’t...

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Bibs

Don’t leave me on the road, summer asphalt My body turned to dry rot I’m raw meat Sizzling and squirting away My guts on display Black...

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Rebecca

“Don’t stare at me like that!” I had cried out in a fury, but Duak kept her gaze locked on me. Looking at her blood red lips....

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Hiding Below

You commented on the bags under my eyes I said “thank you, they’re designer” And I meant it Because I designed them myself With...

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Dusk falls in the night with no end

Hours slip by ticking Out cells of my eyes One laborious, one Yogurt, wet, heavy Slides thick like thighs Waitout the drumlike Dance of...

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The State Of Us Women

Young ghosts comb dreams so vast they splinter in twelve and are bruised irregular by twenty. Your age is the number of stars that have...

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10 Hopeful Hacks for Beating the Holiday Blues

I am not a fan of beating the blues advice that is patently gratuitous, overdone, or quite obvious. Yes, a walk on the beach sounds...

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Anarchy

I am anarchy in your pacifist bed I am your guilt your foolish fear love your unsated lust I am your revolution filthy riches your poverty...

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MARGARET

Within her green garden; an hedged veranda filled with buckets of lilies, sweet herb pockets, a sunburnt chandelier dimming in the breeze...

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If I Was Your Child    

Would you cover me in a coat of armor So my blood didn’t weep If I was your child Would you shield me from the dark The boogeyman...

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GIRL-6

She finds her resolve upstairs, in a built-in cupboard in her bedroom, a cool black nook between eaves. She empties the house of herself,...

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Previvor

Where do these women go when they die, these Women who are like me like how I used to be before I became rooted in stinkless rock?...

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Shulie

When I tell you that she is a fireball, I mean to say that she fears not the charring of cultural silks and rods, burning up oxidized...

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