Tag Archives: Poe

Closing Time

.. So a strophe and a spondee walk into a bar, and order a round (-elay).Bartender deals them up a couple of rum -bled phrases, heads to the back to crack open another case of beer and a jar of … Continue reading

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I’ve Got a Poe(Um, in My Pocket)

(It’s complicated.) .. In case you’ve missed it, we’re together now, me and Ed -gar. He knows a thing or two about ravens, murder, and the lamenting beat of a tell-tale heart. It stops, it starts, it spills its secrets … Continue reading

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Thrum

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. – Sylvia Plath .. I am a flicker of phrase in a curious jar. Firefly waiting. I am quiet lightning, … Continue reading

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Pen(dulum)-ing (more Poe,ums)

.. poeming can be the pits unless you sits and pens a quick one. We are masqued and tasked only to de ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,-light.   ..

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penning tiny Poe (um)

… when we have had enough of (n)ever -more, we shall free our world-walled heart {its stops, its starts} and just watch that black bird fly.   ..

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what if this

… poe umm is a tell-tale heart, an unquiet start -led by nothing more than the ghost of something less? what if she’s tested the waters and found them too salty, faulty in all their storms? what if this is … Continue reading

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HeArt Confession

  I am afraid of my own dark shadow heart. Afraid of the ways it stops and starts and stutters and strains to hear. Tired. Of its tirades and tears. Mired in the muck of its un -stuck rusted out … Continue reading

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Kenning Me Softly

.. Have you met her? She’s a mess -age of murmurmoan, an ink(trovert) blot caught on a cure-ious spinstring, a gypsygonegirl (nevermore) moon(mer)maid of de -versity. She’s paid only in breeze-sigh whisperwhy and skysong spare change. But give her a … Continue reading

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Put this Poem on a Pedestal

.. This poem is Poe -seidon, all salt, and quake. For Thor’s sake, give it a hammer, a helmet, an underworld, a mountain. A fountain of youth. The truth, in the shape of something golden, or great. But hurry. This … Continue reading

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