Poetry

Poetry

Fear

We have a common enemy. It is faceless. Animal. Instinctual. It’s been hired, like a hitman, by those who know it’s power. It disguises...

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Gin Fizzy

Smooth when your fingers run up my thighs even if there are little callouses on the tips The kiss of death from steel acoustic strings...

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Miss Congeniality

Sundays I travel it’s visiting day time to see my fair little friend who lives in a place of maximum security no chance of parole. Before...

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Temptation

moments like these make me speak slowly naked independence a modern day David salivating over a million Bathshebas naked temptation the...

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Distillation

20 drops per minute. Until the liquid turned vapor leaves a residue so intoxicatingly flammable, everything smells like risk. She said,...

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When I Climbed Trees

When I was a girl, the worst thing I could imagine was being alone yet, here I am, sweeping through each day without benevolent counsel and...

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Prosper

We raise our hands at the sound of the gun. We stand still waiting to be called on, but the race has already begun. Time ticks slowly, as...

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CAMPFIRE

We spent that first summer together hiking and camping, pitching our tent on the smooth ground, gathering wood for our evening fire. We...

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Shelf Life

Do what you want with me Run fast and hard or slow and steady I will be keeping father time so that you might forget Then you won’t have...

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INCANTATION

I want so much to serve with this magic you have given me these words that will reveal how much we have done how much we have learned from...

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Claudia

First prey then predator, princess from plague of corpses, rats — white cross/black rain. Wood rot, footsteps in smoke, cadavers...

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Thirteen

She tells him she is thirteen, And he tells her that she can keep her shirt on when they fuck. She walks by the coffee shop that is no...

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Magic

You give me so much more than I asked for I was a child once with sunshine in my eyes and dirt on my bare feet running past sprinklers...

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Hit Like a Girl

I’m proud to be a woman. I’m proud to fuss over small details, like my eyebrows, or the way you drive. I’m proud of the women before...

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Crash Landing

The entire city was asleep, as if everyone had fallen off the edge of the universe. The sound of the fountains was heightened by the night....

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Podium Hopes

Para mutual relay race Often ends on twisted ankles Mississippi River finish Photo op, fine way to end this – Sore loser, I am,...

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Writer Secrets

They strobe like the lights of fireflies in the summer infused bits of lived magic exist between the words and lives of persons non-living....

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The Hypatia State

My father said, “You will be a perfect human.” And I wondered, as a child, if I was not human, was I serpent, perhaps? perhaps circle,...

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I See Her

I see her wavering on the cusp. I see her reckless ways, I see the myriad of her facets, She is a diamond with serrated seams I see how she...

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FOR LEASE

Have you ever felt like your body was a commodity Maybe they just want what they think they deserve, Fuck everyone else had a piece of her...

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Magic

You give me so much more than I asked for I was a child once with sunshine in my eyes and dirt on my bare feet running past sprinklers...

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Hit Like a Girl

I’m proud to be a woman. I’m proud to fuss over small details, like my eyebrows, or the way you drive. I’m proud of the women before...

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Crash Landing

The entire city was asleep, as if everyone had fallen off the edge of the universe. The sound of the fountains was heightened by the night....

Continue reading

Podium Hopes

Para mutual relay race Often ends on twisted ankles Mississippi River finish Photo op, fine way to end this – Sore loser, I am,...

Continue reading

Writer Secrets

They strobe like the lights of fireflies in the summer infused bits of lived magic exist between the words and lives of persons non-living....

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The Hypatia State

My father said, “You will be a perfect human.” And I wondered, as a child, if I was not human, was I serpent, perhaps? perhaps circle,...

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I See Her

I see her wavering on the cusp. I see her reckless ways, I see the myriad of her facets, She is a diamond with serrated seams I see how she...

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FOR LEASE

Have you ever felt like your body was a commodity Maybe they just want what they think they deserve, Fuck everyone else had a piece of her...

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Billy Graham is Dead

I sit in my mother’s lap and she cries, my father is enraged, my younger brother promises he would never ever treat a woman badly. He...

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On Omniscience and Decay

It is excruciatingly painful to be self-aware – to know your own flaws to the see the morbid direction in which you are willingly walking...

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I am a Mother

sick of this shit, white men and their bible blather, pathetic tough talk, grinning chins lifted as if they float above the scum they swim...

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Nursing Venus

Perhaps I should at the breast but she bites behaves badly she preys a pretty pot I bought her a shrine a sanctum filled it with with...

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FEMININITY

Tick tock The hands on a clock Move slower for the worker For the female Who gets paid lower Wages upon checkbook pages I spend all my time...

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Darkbloom

Night blossom, hawkish, witchy wiles, lovechild in lightning with a pedophile. My Cue, best book, biography. By art beguiled, betrothed to...

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The Reformation

I became a poet the night I didn’t die that long fuckin night smothered guilt suffocated shame unaccountable years pills and dead prayers...

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This Started off as a Love Poem

Youth is you, O brother mine. Golden clock hands choose Angles, acute/obtuse Considering the dial, as does your smile. Sometimes it’s...

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Small miracles

Take your fistful of misery hypnotize the crowd with your fake smoke half-truths lava tears poetic disputes pose on your marble staircase...

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Walking Warriors

One cane in each hand, she’s doing the best she can One foot forward, then a tap, she’s going to do a lap At ninety-three, she keeps on...

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Mothers Intuition

It’s the feeling of afternoon storms rolling in pale skies dimpled with stretch marks, lights dim as the rooms of stone castles in...

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To The Girl in The Mirror

It is like being skinned, like being slowly unguarded and left in a formidable puddle of my own dearth. I sit on a couch, a sofa, a...

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