Poetry

dear shelley: (the one who says I’m a whore)

not shelley, +++ the one I taught +++as a 6th grader not shelley, +++the one I know +++from chicago but shelley, +++the one from ohio...

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She Still Stands

Stalwart she stands, Vestige of an age-old battle. Despite upheaval and storm, She can’t be kept down. The jealous threw rocks in her...

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Good Girl

Go ahead mark me with your stain, claim me as your own Boisterous bravado, you think you have it made. I am a good girl, never would my...

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Rumi Lovers

He can move in and out of her as Rumi lovers do, the type of lover who knows your body before he touches, the sort that knows everything by...

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Mother

I am what she once was She empties her hand in mine grips the buzzing bee hip and knee replaced the bone cup that birthed us broken this...

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The Cacti of Your Memories

I walk amid paths strewn with cacti of your memories. Which stay still, strong, silent. But there. In my path. So that if i want to go...

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Downfall

begin to constantly wear your disguise crown of thorns dipped in red, dangling above your head. no trace of purity or sacrifice. your name...

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All At Once

It was winter. The boy…young man…child… (he was all at once) sat on the frozen ground in the middle of the football field looking up...

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DRIFTWOOD AND BONE

bursts of summer and yellow-eyed butterflies and a chiseled sculpture, worn down, flat like a stiff tuxedo cuff, risen and engraved in the...

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Chimera

tick tock tock tick awake awake always awake writing writing no sun no shine no exit chimera black blacker blackest darkness cloaks the...

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Alcoholic Betty

Alcoholic secretary smokes a pack a day. Hides in her car at lunch puffing shame fags alone – Hangover Betty – she is a sorry...

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Kiss Them For Me

My body is a temple, which I will not desecrate. The phrase “virgin blood” is misleading. It means blood that has not previously been...

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A Trouble At Men

A trouble at men is truly just a tickling of egos (turned Eros) A trouble at men is the never still preservation of evil breasts A trouble...

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Mishap in St. Mary’s Parking Lot after 72 Hours of Marriage Classes

Pulling out, Johnny almost hits the old nun. Her blue habit flapping in the breeze. The sun catching the stubble on her chin, the deeply...

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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,need it, 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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