Daily Archives: February 1, 2016

The One Where Her Antediluvian Phase Comes to an End

Amazing photo courtesy of Gabriella at dVerse. .. It’s a lonely place, this skin. We have gathered ourselves in small puddles, quiet drops. We’ve got no place else to go, but the trenches of these city streets. I have reached … Continue reading

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giddy girl

.. she’s all skunk -drunk on poems and the pleasures of syn -tax, flax and sereni -tea. g’day, girl, we say, as we poem away, closer than ever to our less measured, treasured selves. excuse us, please, as we prose … Continue reading

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Stopped Completely Before He Turned 21

.. Never mind the silence. He’s a genius, a restless soul who still astonishes the (m)asses with significant ar(t)dent sway. Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder, rounder, more solidly there (with dark brown hair.) Never mind the immediate amp -(m)utation … Continue reading

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she’s feeling howlish

.. drunk on gin (-sberg) and a good standing dose of Saat -chi,tea. . list -en, you can hear her syllables beg ……-in.   ..

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mystery chick

  play magnetic poetry here. 

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corkboard poem

.. she’s been a -broad, pass -port in hand, standing on a distant shore. she’s pinned and pined, postcards of mind and heart to distant shore. she’s pushed and rushed and all but shushed the voice that says some things … Continue reading

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Smokestacks

.. We are having yet another industrial revolution, the pollution of all things sane, the (turn, turn, turn) of seasons slanted to -ward (something off). Scoff if you will, with your smoke-filled lungs and your unquiet voice rising into all … Continue reading

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Unrhymed Minutes

  ..  Untimed, she chains herself in song slips words to sky, stills her heartbeat to trebled moon. Too soon, she finds the world bleeds by and steals her breath; her slanted sigh a troubled pause. Just cause for holding … Continue reading

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Let’s Just Pitch It (Quickly, Quickly Now)

  .. This poem is a brandied belch, the un quiet squelching of song. It’s got a long long way to go before it can plow through all this endless (s)now. It needs a drink, a think -in(k) cap, a … Continue reading

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