Splintered

Poetry

Disintegration

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series: Mistress Desire and the Lonely Flame In her darkest hour, she offered herself to Him,...

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Me

I’ve always been different and I’ll tell you why. I’m not afraid of the truth. I’m not afraid of being honest and...

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My Mothers

Look me in the face and call me bruja. Let the label linger on your tongue before you swallow the reality, Before you digest the inherited...

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Buried Poems

Under 60 slick intriguing crap catalogs, under varied meal preparations every day, under each day’s pencil-sharpened newspaper sudoku,...

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First Hours of Forever

It’s the kind of deep sorrow ….That leaves just BLACK Where there should be tomorrow And it’s the kind of harrowing pain...

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Clusters

It is as if some sort of cosmic energy is continually pulsing through my veins, cascading along, dancing with my white blood cells, finding...

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Cradles Long Forgotten

Heavy minutes rhyming on her white wall, crying, flailing, slowly falling down like trickles of blood pooling around everybody’s eyes,...

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Airport at Night

The traveling souls around me act in unusual normality. It’s three in the morning in this quiet airport bar. Outside, the cold wind...

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The Skin I’m In, Loved and Lost

I love crying crying crying. I love that I've put so more effort into this than I thought. I love the depreciating value of my pussy. I...

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The Colour of Us

Water is wet and grass is green and we are us… until it isn’t… and we aren’t… anymore. And that’s how it was, he...

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Addicted

I need to score. It’s a release. Makes me feel free. Nah, this is nothing. Everyone does it, the new jam. A little bit of this, mixed...

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Sunflowers and Sticky Tape (some years ago)

We built a house out of a dream 10 minutes turned into a life of sunflowers and wooden porches and Etta James and Ella Fitzgerald and...

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The Anatomy of a Break-Up

Panic flight illuminated by lines of city street lights cries out in the night, gunned down, violent massacres an anchor weight around...

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’89

In a picture that dates back to 89’, my mother holds me close, my brother as well. She cradles us on top of a bar stool, points at the...

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Unhappy Girl

The hot, humid morning of July woke her up. The cool sheets couldn’t contain the fire inside her body A familiar sensation she’d...

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Memories

Memories Handwritten letters Each tell the story of our lives. Once with fresh ink, Now dried and faded Some to be kept folded in our...

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Last Winter Break

Last winter break she was broken and white, like salt on mahogany; spilled and unused. Around the corners of her mouth she sees fire slowly...

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I Wish It Was That Simple

“tat,tat,tat” gurgles from his mouth fourteen months in this world concerned only with the navigation of his wagon around the...

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Gardening Tip

Our eyes locked across the cocktail lounge First sparks I held her gaze, daring her resistance We crossed the room and talked Discovered...

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Eleven

Standing here in the doorway. I hold my daughter close. She is incandescent; I move to catch her, to absorb her before she is gone. Her...

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Carnal Dream

Don’t say a word Let me feel you smell you know your secrets savour the aftermath Floating in and out flesh decadent fantasy warm...

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Control

Is it true that deluges fill a void in your heart that many drugs fail to numb? I have heard wolves crawl into my skin and wither their way...

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Damaged Goods

I am damaged goods. I am forever broken. I am beyond repair. That is my excuse. I have not known innocence. My parents were self-absorbed....

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How To Love A Wanderer

Stoke the fire, put the kettle on, and guard your heart.

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She Hated Me, Right From the Start

She was my first friend away from home. Easy to laugh with, ready for mischief. She used her car and my naive courage, to enter all the...

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The Descent

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series: Mistress Desire and the Lonely Flame Mistress Desire Beyond simple truth. Beyond the reaches of...

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