Tag Archives: April PAD 2017

Paper Tigers

… This poem has no re -morse code, no regrets. It does not wish it wasn’t, or want to be something else, even as it trips over its own un -iambic feet. It’s complete in its im -perfections, its imp … Continue reading

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Regrets, Get Your Regrets!

.. Regrets, get your regrets! Your troubles and your frets! Bad relationships? We’ve got ’em, and just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, we can add that fifth divorce to the pile. Job you hate? There’s no debate! And … Continue reading

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contractions

… we push and push (and pushandpushandpush) , and then we pull our own hearts out of our chests and watch them walk around in the world as if we do not feel every beat, every booboo, every ache. as … Continue reading

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breaking {up with} dawn

… it’s the way the sun cracks her head open on horizon’s skillet, all yolk, and light. a stretch. a yawn. ……………………a sigh.     ..

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love potion number 9

{a magic 9 poem}   .. spell me a love song syllabled in your smile, a place to trace my long -ing, hold my rain. potion me a bright tongue to help me sing your beat. cauldron me a full … Continue reading

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Longing for Borrowed Light

…then you can swallow it, and it’ll all dissolve, see, and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair… – George Bailey, It’s a Wonderful Life   .. .. Is it … Continue reading

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grace graffiti, and the reason why she sings

.. :: listen: the birds have hum -bled hallelujahs for another broken dawn. ::

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