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Three 'C's
So I poured out a poem a few weeks ago and finally got around to visiting it again. To say that rereading it was worse than having one's skin flayed from the bone with a rusty spoon while still alive would be a severe understatement. There are efforts, and then there's vomitous tripe--neither one of which is desirable except in the sense of ( Read more... ) -
Updated from 12/25
Describe My VaginaThe contemplation of my friend and foe below ( Read more... ) -
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I've finally found the voice for a poem that has been languishing inside my head for the last four years. Wild Mushroom Girl is in the ingredient stages now, but I'm anticipating fruition soon. A poem I've been working with for the last two weeks, Disruption, is turning out much different than I expected. It was intended to be a grief poem. It ( Read more... ) -
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Contact
I hate days like this,
when the jagged-glass words and
deeds of others scrub my skin,
when the arms that hold can't hold tightly enough,
and when footprints in the snow commemorate a passerby
who never cared that I sat up here by my window
needing them and their voice -
Trickles of something
Hope is the tangible promise of sweetness;
today, winter is my spring.
A bright russet remnant blown free
from the safe bough, eagerly resting
among those others, so daring,
to become part of the grander scheme.
Let go, let go, cries the wind
I will carry you. -
This is still incomplete
The Red King
O Hart of a dead winter night,
canopy stark and heaven-map:
deep is the frigid ache in my brittling bones;
steaming, ragged breaths make a poor consort.
To rest, to rest; this heart is vacant.
What lies for me over yonder hill?
Once, battle surged in my blood!
The stars impelled, over drift and drumlin,
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Bananas and Nuts
Kind words clutched like jewels to my breast
to dazzle the outer eye while disguising the
thorny patch of ugly pulp fettered and throbbing
inside the bony claws of rib and cage
Each smile adorns the sadder part of me while
murmured notes of gratitude encircle my fingers;
I am garbed richly in the kindness of others
when I feel a miser, ( Read more... )