Tag: poetry
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the stirrings of something new
Phantom limbs ache far more than wounded flesh. Don’t put trust in the physical, futile things. Linger on silver silhouettes and deep belly whispers. Things most true can’t be seen but felt. Can’t you tell?
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Journal Entry 5/15/21
You can pour sun into the darkness and still never see the bottom of the well.
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Monday Musings
Do you ever catch glimpses of the sun between dark patches of old? When the world opens up for you like a woman and shows you the way Suddenly every road, every stone is a gift to unfold.
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Hold
There’s an insatiable hunger that food can never dull. It lives in the deepest crevice of your heart, and contorts your dreams till you’re sick. Feed it too much and the hunger spreads. Feed it too little and it’ll eat its way out. Feed it nothing – now that’s the trick. Like a dog whose…
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Surface Tension
He held me on the sidewalk while bodies passed, dodging us like we were delicate birds in the middle of the road. I stained his jacket like the rain looming above our heads threatened to stain the city. We had been here before. Me grieving a loss of something I’d never had. Him towering over…
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Wasting Away
If only I could puke me out. When I was done carving out my insides I’d watch the ugly colorless excrement squirm on the floor. ______________________________________________________________________________ No need to kill it. It’ll just die starving, waiting for nourishment like a newborn – reaching out for hands. ______________________________________________________________________________ We’re all put off by our own vomit,…
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Slowing Down
Thoughts written on the back of specials menus during a late night serving shift It shouldn’t be lonely to be alone. Resilience is knowing this, living without relying. Something…
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Ode to Rose
I pull back my hair with your raisin clip as you waltz in and out of rooms Only you can paint with olive oil on Sunday morning “Can I help with anything?” Fine sesame hair, freckled skin that smells like sunrise Your broken nail clings to my hair during braiding time It’s only 7…
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Kitty
I spent my first five dollar bill on you. I held your striped paw in one hand and gripped Papa’s calloused finger in the other. Sometimes you were “she”, sometimes “he”, “it” even. I named you Ashley for a day after watching an Olsen twins film. That didn’t suit you at all. Sorry for smothering…
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Monte Verde
Let’s race like our Spy Kids days through the wasted masses Tequila threatens my insides as the bass collapses Our family’s far behind us We’re dancing in a cloud Marlboro smoke and gold confetti Am I thinking out loud? Weaving past stumbling bodies My insides are crawling out Outside the celestial labyrinth tequila…
Spiral Alchemy 