All Posts By Carly Zee

Scars

Proud muscle Battered and bruised A child, proud of strength And power That came with skinned knees and bruised shins Launching – Into...

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HOME

Broken doors of childhood Battered in their frames Punched in walls Scribbled pages ——— Torn All mute testimony To her...

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I ALMOST/INSTEAD

I almost canceled the coffee date A meeting between old friends Filled with laughter and a few silences About what could have been, instead...

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BODY / IMAG(INE) – a poem in four parts

PART ONE/ BODY She dressed Hastily Alone Averting her eyes As loose flesh rolled Over her frame   And by squeezing And shimmering Her...

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Seeing Myself Through My Own Eyes

Fatty, fatty two by four, can’t fit through the kitchen door. Their names and faces are lost in history, but their words remain my...

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A Piece On The Side

Dating married men, guys with serious girlfriends – I’ve been the piece on the side more than a few times over the years and ended up...

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