Tag Archives: Chapbook Challenge 2018

One More Time for the People in the Back

{a remix} The moon’s in a mood, (imagine her wild, midnight -maroon) shaky-swoon-spooned over sturdy skinned knees, driven breeze. This is her hour of burning hunger, quiet storm. She’s ivory sea, and I can’t quiet see her center. Praise these … Continue reading

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Feeling fractured, not quite full

(A praised day found) . Please forgive me for the song that loops around us now, this quiet separation from the ……….stars. We raise our tiny voices to the sky – doodler of dragons, an unsolvable equation of puberty and … Continue reading

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She’s found herself in ink and sky

.. , and silent salt. The squawking cry of hungry gulls. The broken praise of trees. She’s on her knees in dark -est hour, bone-tired and waiting. Forgive her, Father (Son, and wholly long-loved ghost); at most, she’s brave. She’s … Continue reading

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Shaky Hands, Sturdy Chalk

.. When the words won’t flow, she smudges tiny poems.   .. In November, we poem.     

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Forgive me, Father

.  This glorious disaster, this dark -est hour repent. I’ve grown tired of the privacy of these hol(e)y walls. I shall make of this whole burning sky a confessional, an adolescent lust for redemption, release. Find me here, on bended … Continue reading

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A(u)nti(e) Social

.. She draws dragons on her front walk in the brightest colors she can find, blues and purples and greens, with yellowed eyes. They’re not for good luck. They’re to keep out the real beasties. Prying eyes and false smiles, … Continue reading

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Dis {aster}

She can handle the hurricane, the daily strain, the thunder, rain and torn -ado tiers. She has prepared for years for this monsoon mourning season, long storm sting. The hardest thing: this quiet separation from the ………………stars.     .. … Continue reading

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