Poetry

Poetry

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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Going to the Chapel

The last time I had been there was not for death,but for marriage, vows spoken and witnessed by all That was the last time I saw those...

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Shoeboxes in the Heart

There are alcoves in our hearts Hollowed and laying vacant, ours to fill Like boxes which new shoes once came in, Now housing old...

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Dear Harvey

Dear Harvey, you weren’t the one who wronged me. The real life boss who stole my self-worth, my dignity, and put strain on my marriage...

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The Teeterboard

Walking by the playground Where my son used to play On endless afternoons. Sliding. Bucket on his head. Pretending He was the Artful Dodger...

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Attraction

A distance between belief and science? Are we enlightened? Are we sublime? What is extraordinary? This mermaid of scales and papier mâché...

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Leaving

I pull up to the stop sign Will I change my mind? I have done this before And returned once more I sit for a while and stare Remembering...

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Encounter

If you encounter my body, it will pretend. Shy smile to stutter, eyes flutter, descend. Online I am open. I spill until arid is slush. My...

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The Quickening

My favorite part of pregnancy was the idea of aliens inside me— limbs prodding beneath layers of muscles parted, tissues stacked tucking...

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Mama

I know you gave it all away Mama, I know this you don’t have to say it Mama, I know you wanted more, you left your past all by...

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Most Days

Most days I am not pretty- Too many things gone wrong to be pretty- Anything but pretty- I’m not a flower in your vase- I’m the one...

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Ripper

Come, girls, come, Want to keep off the chill? Wrap your head in cloth To hide the head-dust and sores. Hide the greying at the roots, And...

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The Teeterboard

Walking by the playground Where my son used to play On endless afternoons. Sliding. Bucket on his head. Pretending He was the Artful Dodger...

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Attraction

A distance between belief and science? Are we enlightened? Are we sublime? What is extraordinary? This mermaid of scales and papier mâché...

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Leaving

I pull up to the stop sign Will I change my mind? I have done this before And returned once more I sit for a while and stare Remembering...

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Encounter

If you encounter my body, it will pretend. Shy smile to stutter, eyes flutter, descend. Online I am open. I spill until arid is slush. My...

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The Quickening

My favorite part of pregnancy was the idea of aliens inside me— limbs prodding beneath layers of muscles parted, tissues stacked tucking...

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Mama

I know you gave it all away Mama, I know this you don’t have to say it Mama, I know you wanted more, you left your past all by...

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Most Days

Most days I am not pretty- Too many things gone wrong to be pretty- Anything but pretty- I’m not a flower in your vase- I’m the one...

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Ripper

Come, girls, come, Want to keep off the chill? Wrap your head in cloth To hide the head-dust and sores. Hide the greying at the roots, And...

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The Day After

The sun is in my hair it feels gothic to send black hearts yet truthful. You have gone blocked the rain from touching my skin. You came and...

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Rebirth

I peeled back the Earth I heard her scream in the hole I placed a seed the wound would heal I looked above, the sun will squeeze through...

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Chasing the Sun

Don’t look down at your feet The answers won’t magically appear On some tiny telephone screen with videos buzzing megabytes and...

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My Love Has No Fear

I am not afraid of my naked vulnerabilities or society’s foolish expectations or the ridicule in their eyes or the tears in my own as I...

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My Husband Doesn’t Want Another Baby

what kind of canyon is so deep it’s impossible to hit bottom how deep the fault line might go under earth armor, violence as naughty...

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I Am

Stunned into silence when I joined the ranks of the secret keepers, we speak with our eyes only, that is why my lashes linger, faintly...

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Who, you?

“Who, you!?” She exclaimed with a gasp, After I told her, I too, felt out of place Under watchful gazes in the tattoo parlor People...

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Thorn and Kiss

You bite your lip in nervous habit, a tiny blossom of blood rises. I want to put my thumb there, to taste the salt and pain. In nervous...

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Don’t Ask Me

Don’t ask me why I didn’t run — against my cheek a silver gun. My sister’s sobs are all I hear, another gun inside that fear....

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On Being Starstruck

So you want to be a poet you think you can punch in and out So you want to be famous wear Gucci and parade across catwalks with a book of...

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Blade Runner Love

It all started with a kiss that was something like a dirty bomb going off unexpectedly in a populated city in a movie that I’d seen...

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survivor

I never thought of myself as a survivor / just in the wrong place at the wrong time / don’t get in an elevator with someone who makes you...

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