Posts
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Liturgy of Cut Forsythia
We dissect our tangerine-skin to it’s etymological etching,
peeling until we are beautiful and expansive,
like a flowering tree that doesn’t know how to keep itself warm, -
Clerics
To be the perfect woman for a poet,
a cold-brick romantic in a flapper dress!
I've started eating butter without bread. -
Today is not yet History
On Christmas Eve we stayed up late talking about Eastern European politics because the Berlin wall fell thirty years ago. -
Dissidence
The harmonics of amassed dissidence thrum, caught on the lips of a pragmatic dreamer.
It is enough to shatter the moon. -
Exile and the Kingdom, Integrated
I maximize my passion, embracing each rain cloud as if it is a many faceted symphony, as if the moment of release reveals all.
Janice cheated on her husband. She gave her body to the night sky. -
My grey
Where I live, both the sea and sky are grey. The clouds collect in our cups. Mirrored in dichotomy, monotony dances, revealing the subtle irony of divine humor. We drink tea.
Loves
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I Bake America - Inspired by the "I, Too, Sing America" poems
If my life, my American life, was a table setting
Laid out lovingly by all my ancestors.
It would have the usual trappings:
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The Blackbird
There’s a blackbird outside my window,
but he doesn't sing.
His golden eyes glow like horizons,
pupils like sinking ships.
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My Girlfriend
I feel her bracelet cold on my wrist
I taste the coffee bitter in my mouth
I smell her perfume drifting in the air
I see her standing over me, strong and beautiful
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duke's mayo
you showed up to group therapy one day
wearing a red suit jacket, pants, a hat with a black band
and a peacock feather
i was shocked
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A Fork In The Road
When you see a fork in the road what do you do? Go left? Go right? Or ruin the story by standing there and thinking about which way to go then turning around and going home?
