Poetry

Poetry

POLITICALLY CORRECT

Who may tell her story? Who has earned the right? What if she’s come and gone? Has no tongue, no eyes, no hands? Must one wear her skin,...

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For the Jukebox that Won’t Stop Playing the National Anthem

the sultry ode composed of smashed teeth, blood stained glass, hammer-fist dents, ready to turn public spaces into choral asylums, turn...

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“a plea”

maybe you will want to love another more than you could love me. so i ask of you, please do not let her name be written at the end of your...

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Vestal Valentine

What love I’ve known I found on knees, by chance between iniquities. Fingers confined a backwards prayer, cutaneous chants without my...

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Please Pick Up Your Trash

A cigarette bowed from my lips, burnt on one side as I sucked, to even embers. The alley painted with ‘fuck you’ was where I went with...

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WANTING

blindfolded adrift on a wave of lust shameless consumption grows strong in my desert that turned to dust slinking past watchful eyes...

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A Single Rose is Survival

Thorn-clad stem extends from outstretched hand peace offering, a symbol of old-time romance you don’t reach out to accept, continue...

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glass ceiling

i’ve never been close to knowing how high the roof might be, before it could take my head off, until it will scalp me tomorrow...

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The Tapestry Of Our Lives

Art lives inside the silver fox gray of an unruly beard and disheveled hair reaching for the clouds Bringing them down in a floating fluff...

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Nectar of the Extreme

unwind the gossamer binding tare self imposed chastity to shreds slip inside finger my essence rattle my being genuine appetite disclosed...

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Diffraction

She senses it, anticipates it, as it’s preceded by a look; His eyes are on her, even though she doesn’t meet his gaze. His hands...

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Angry Woman

I am an angry woman, not pretty angry, not cute angry, but dragon hungry angry, lipstick smeared all over my face angry, twilight dying...

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Her Side

There are two-sided arrows pointing toward her spotted heart, a restless one and a mournful one damned one for her lover of the cracked...

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SEAHORSE

I unearthed a seahorse—lithe and dried, Slumped heavy in sand and Sweltering by the microwave of The smoldering sky. It laid bent and...

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Destroyer

Never content, you drew wayward thrills from my fear of abandonment. Fastidious, you picked my bud smelt it gently, then squashed it...

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Wet

He rubs his thumb against two other ones, index and next, fingertip circles slow until it flows — honeysuckle scent from some dripping...

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A Confession of Madness and a Glass of Bordeaux

Fingers are monsters, hands are storms, they clench and shipwrecks bubble from knuckles and children are turned into orphans and little...

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A SURVEY OF THE FEMALE EXPERIENCE

The rib never fit And the apple had worms Fig leaves are for fools shaming the Triangle of life Caves sheltered as long as you brought Down...

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honeycomb

we grow in towers and in hightides and blossom with the coming of winter in the anomaly of bittersweet outbursts we find some comfort in...

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Be The Part

Alone/Connected/Absolving/Regretting/Dismissive Walk the room in a waltz-like mode With heels and a tote, your lip gloss in a smear The...

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Her Side

There are two-sided arrows pointing toward her spotted heart, a restless one and a mournful one damned one for her lover of the cracked...

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SEAHORSE

I unearthed a seahorse—lithe and dried, Slumped heavy in sand and Sweltering by the microwave of The smoldering sky. It laid bent and...

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Destroyer

Never content, you drew wayward thrills from my fear of abandonment. Fastidious, you picked my bud smelt it gently, then squashed it...

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Wet

He rubs his thumb against two other ones, index and next, fingertip circles slow until it flows — honeysuckle scent from some dripping...

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A Confession of Madness and a Glass of Bordeaux

Fingers are monsters, hands are storms, they clench and shipwrecks bubble from knuckles and children are turned into orphans and little...

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A SURVEY OF THE FEMALE EXPERIENCE

The rib never fit And the apple had worms Fig leaves are for fools shaming the Triangle of life Caves sheltered as long as you brought Down...

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honeycomb

we grow in towers and in hightides and blossom with the coming of winter in the anomaly of bittersweet outbursts we find some comfort in...

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Be The Part

Alone/Connected/Absolving/Regretting/Dismissive Walk the room in a waltz-like mode With heels and a tote, your lip gloss in a smear The...

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BEGUILE

You are under the mistaken delusion that you are still capable of beguiling me. Oh no, that ended years ago when first you thought to...

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Beige Violence

this abuse didn’t come in black and blue. his fists never ricocheted off her veins as they spiderwebbed into plum colored welts,...

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Things Change

I could meet you tomorrow? That’s what I told him. Wow! Is that clock right? [A nervous laugh]. Can I come in? Get. Up. I miss you,...

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Bound and Blindfolded

Deep in the fen, they came prepared to cut away at the rope, undo the knots of the cloth covering your face to lead you out of the spatha...

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Weapons of War

I wonder about fistulas and how a pocket of flesh is made from violence / how a coin purse of feces and urine and discharge holds the...

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Some Language is More Equal Than Others

My no means less than your yes. My no to you perhaps means yes. My no is up for discussion. My no can be persuaded or explained away Or...

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How to Prepare

Pull your hair tightly into a high pony tail Make it tighter still. There is something to be said for immaculate strands and their fraying...

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Volcanic Ice

It’s all lost in the fire I can smell, see, touch every emotion Every Sensation heaving through me at once I’m Fire It’s all Fire Not...

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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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