Posts
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Sweet/Sour
In a found place, a sheltered place, a jealous place, I eat my heart.
It tastes like fresh strawberries and rotten secrets. -
Close
A warm morning,
touch the corpse.
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A Photograph, a Stranger's Face
A stranger's face, a mild wonder of afternoon light.
the treadmill rolls on, hot cement, jogging sweats,
I’ll see you again in my memories of tomorrow, my dreams, -
Our Stories
I drink from cupped hands, fresh water, fresh blood, fresh weeping. There is iron in our skin, solder. You play a winter melody like it’s a hearth fire. Hungry, hungry, whole, watching our souls ripple outwards. We are our stories.
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Spring Break: a Reflection on Vacations
God, it’s finally spring. I can feel my face burning as I read out on the patio this morning. I wish that spring meant something other than an unfounded, unsubstantiated brightness that threatens oblivion and a terrible headache. -
Semiotics/ Semantics
We, big-brained humans, distill the sensual into semiotics.
But cracked open, cracked up, stopped at the stop sign,
I’m made aware of the prickly hairs growing out of my skin,
of the virulent grass pushing through the cement.
Loves
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In what world would I ever know my Grandmother
How can it be that I cannot exist without and with her
Sometimes I like to imagine we have the same eyes, brown with glints of green and yellow, like a sprouting garden in spring.
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A Single Sentence Letter to Our Daughters
i think i know why aliens haven't visited us. they're
definitely watching with rapt attention, waiting
to see how we climb the highest wall
humanity built for ourselves in the past
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hurting
somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.
somewhere a cold blind man suffers.
they will never meet.
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Show (Challenge)
(Challenge for next year’s prompts)
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The Universe of Me
My body is a universe
My freckles are the stars
The planet Venus is my lips
My teeth, they come from MarsMercury is in my brow
The furrow that you see
My thighs are Jupiter, you know
In the galaxy of me
