Poetry

Red Memories

Once upon a time, there was Moscow, and she was big, and she was red and she was covered tight, all locked up in her high tower. But she...

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Stuck Inside

Press your tongue the red center of me feel you satiate my entirety. Moan you in, push you out of my confidence. Feel you swell under my...

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Ineffable

All eyes, you watched. Noting the carnage, foibles and hypocrisy around you, You heard the lies that hid underneath the frosting on your...

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Consequence of Memory

You remember wrinkles by his eyes, full lips. Scent of cigarettes. Bore of an insistent gaze. Curled up on the bathroom floor listening to...

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Recovery Means New Scars

The path of recovery is quicksand, my cement feet drag legs strain fingers of the past pull me back grab my legs clutch at the folds of my...

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F1 Generation

He was dripping amber, the color of burst fuses. I cut myself on his lips, jagged stone jaw. I was pistachio green, growing under stucco...

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The Work of Ghosts

The road is bare, except for a few slowly passing cars. It’s high morning when the stale coffee in my hand is warmed by the sun. Down the...

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Butterfly Wings

Surrender to the glossy eyes of bourbon scented lust. Unfold yourself, parchment-thin, cracking and splitting damnation is yours to keep....

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Weeping Boys and Girls

So raw, unfiltered through sun/moon/stars bathing and drinking in naked showers/swimming pools. Don’t cover up! Flaunt/hide your daisies;...

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That Which is Built Upon a Rock

Waves crash across the extinct terrain, the flair of dancing fish absent. Colors of the land only hard and grey. Twilight fog drapes a...

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This Man

There’s this man He whispers in her ear his words turn her soul black he showers her neck with kisses those load her veins with acid It...

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Envy

Tears dry a soul, And offer the heart rest. What is uncertain Becomes tangible And nothing escapes Catharsis. There is hope beyond rain And...

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Alice, TX

If I could play the violin I would’ve left a long time ago. Splinter me, kindly and save the sweet parts for tomorrow in your secret...

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Vile

i would rip your throat out i would burn you to pieces i’d leave you as ashes and never look back. the collapse of your soul is...

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Humanity

Once again I am her The accused Standing Awaiting Retribution For crimes For words For pain Caused Not innocent I plead guilty On all...

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Turn the Page

Where do you go when your heart is aching Where do you speak to free yourself of loving the one who didn’t stand beside you loving the...

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Bergamot

Our girl was seventeen, and she didn’t think we knew what that meant. The space between us and our girl is bridged by stories that...

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You Are Star Stuff

Fatally and flawed, beautifully broken. Every step you take, every thought you think is a miracle in itself. Do you have any idea how...

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Bye, Bye Birdy 2008 – 2016

Am I always to be at the mercy of the light? Shining too bright, too loud on a quiet, solemn Sunday afternoon Will the foul mood take off...

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Beautiful Cage

Charming as a Prince I’m envied by all as he leads me into my cage One covered in flowers draped in diamonds A place where he lays his...

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All I Ask

I told you once a long time ago. Truth be told I’ve told you so many times. Stay away. Keep your distance. You know the consequences...

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A Man I Used To Love

He was an avid reader. New York Times every morning, front to back. He rode his bike to and from school, work, and the market. He ate maple...

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The Taste of Your Absence

I taste the dirt you left in my mouth Infected with injury, grit-stained teeth You lied, and I purchased each facade Opening my aching,...

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The Things You Cannot See

I am no longer “too thin.” My clothes are no longer hanging from the bones protruding from my hips. I do not count ice cubes...

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Peace

Where do you go to feel peace? there is no direct plane ride or person of higher knowledge or a home situated on a ledge in Tibet that will...

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Flies’ Goodbyes

We met, we bartered, we pricked at a dead fly with needles. The papery light above us, a hangout for living cousins. Or perhaps he looks...

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