poetry

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,needit, 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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Listen to Your Mother

I am your mother the birth-blood on your forehead a fedora the milk nipple a trough gone dry I am coyote cry that curls from your throat...

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White Horses

He offered me a white horse and a happily ever after. I have never been much for hollow happiness, And ever afters are plans I couldn’t...

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Bibs

Don’t leave me on the road, summer asphalt My body turned to dry rot I’m raw meat Sizzling and squirting away My guts on display Black...

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Hiding Below

You commented on the bags under my eyes I said “thank you, they’re designer” And I meant it Because I designed them myself With...

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Dusk falls in the night with no end

Hours slip by ticking Out cells of my eyes One laborious, one Yogurt, wet, heavy Slides thick like thighs Waitout the drumlike Dance of...

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The State Of Us Women

Young ghosts comb dreams so vast they splinter in twelve and are bruised irregular by twenty. Your age is the number of stars that have...

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Anarchy

I am anarchy in your pacifist bed I am your guilt your foolish fear love your unsated lust I am your revolution filthy riches your poverty...

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MARGARET

Within her green garden; an hedged veranda filled with buckets of lilies, sweet herb pockets, a sunburnt chandelier dimming in the breeze...

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If I Was Your Child    

Would you cover me in a coat of armor So my blood didn’t weep If I was your child Would you shield me from the dark The boogeyman...

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Previvor

Where do these women go when they die, these Women who are like me like how I used to be before I became rooted in stinkless rock?...

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Shulie

When I tell you that she is a fireball, I mean to say that she fears not the charring of cultural silks and rods, burning up oxidized...

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WAR

I can’t keep Them straight in my head anymore- The shootings. The victims. The gunmen. The guns used. Vegas. The hotel. The windows of...

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Imagination

It was going to happen sooner or later. I couldn’t help it. I let myself imagine he was you. His hand on my hand. His lips on my...

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Sunday and Vidalia Onions

Every Sunday, before she prayed, My mother peeled three Vidalia onions For dinner, chopping them into pretty White teeth. I curled beneath...

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MOOD

she fears the dark as it consumes her slowly and then all at once trapping her in its never ending quest to seize her mind and bury her...

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When We’re Dead

How long until I forget the sound of your voice- the sunlight seeping in through your bedroom window, you telling me you’d rather talk in...

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