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Poetry

Hey

Hey, what’s up? What’s new these days? I haven’t heard you laugh The way you used to. Hey friend, What’d you think about today? Did you think about it...

How to be lonely

I. Do not think about your loneliness as an entity separate from yourself. Allow it to consume you. Give yourself to it, but be gentle; it is more afraid...

Three-part romance

I. In my city of questions, you wove all the answers into the seams of your umbrella and set the rain in motion. I turned the corner and fell...

Paddy

The following poem is composed of song titles from American Ballads and Folk Songs (Lomax, John. American Ballads and Folk Songs. New York: the Macmillan Company, 1934. Print)  ...

Flies

Come morning, the flies nudge my body awake, licking up around my skin, against my eyes and mouth. The day begins in a close fog, cool and rising from...

swallow

I have a strange habit of punctuating my sentences with Apologies Speaking for others; feeling obligated to present my opinions As hypotheses   Free thinking is a luxury for...

Watermelons

I swallowed a seed and now it rises, but I am broken, so it cannot live.   As a child, I ravaged watermelons mercilessly, ate them quick like candy....

At the tracks

If I could fill a pool with memories And swim in them forever, I would re-meet everyone I’ve known Some kind, some shrill, some clever.   I would re-watch...

Soft p(s)alms

I am the blunt The soft plague I am The tiny scar Under your right eye The little pimples on your buttocks   I am the girl carrying Five...

One castaway to another

Today I will go blind making eyes at you,  you orphaned orb of the sky,  white-hot with cruelty and with love  for all things growing, for all things spangled...

April

Dirty water attracts rain boots and children. Snow to melt still air to leave still until leaves move, grown of dirty water.   The grey branches are skirmishing with...

A Letter to Yale University

Dear Yale, We need to talk. We both know the lingo to loosen the strings attached, that regardless of its gift wrapping, I’m still presenting you with severed limbs,...

Dusk Walks in Key West

If only I could capture the scent of humidity in the aperture of a disposable camera— to hold all of Fleming St. under hydroquinone in a darkroom, each fading...

Rooms with windows

I. The Room with the Stained Glass   How inordinate is the dust that flutters in, casting visible rays across the monumental space— beaming like those forgotten spirits hung...

Poetry: April 17, 2015

Careful Reification her encasement remains in this undissolving shadow the embodied desire of an unseen nation and to be her, the ostension, looks very much like being human or...