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this poem
she’s a blank sheet, waiting. a quiet screen longing to scream. some black-throne keys to clack, attack the day. she’s smudge on snow, you know. a black blinking portal door signaling for more (words, phrases,time.) she is paper ghost haunting every smoky line. she’s … Continue reading
braggin’ writes
ok, so this is ’bout to be just ’bout da best poem you ever did see, soon as i get me muse awaked. soon as I get these fingers shaked just right, soon as the light slants on the page, soon as i get these wars all … Continue reading
bull, i
this poem is a moving tar-get, sludged-smudge scribble of a scrabbled star. she’s too far off center to make her point, dart-ing about in the dark without a true mark. she’s got one dang -ling thought caught on a linebut she’s quite … Continue reading
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one poem
and we find ourselves falling into its pages tucking ourselves between stanzas as silk pillowcases. two days later we’re still here three sheets to the (whirl)wind drunk on phrase for another four days. gimme fiveminutes and i’ll tell you each rhyme-and -rhythm’d tale, … Continue reading
of rearview, and regret
… this poem wishes she was just a little longer slower stronger more open more hopin’ or maybe just closer than she appears. .. in april we poem.
name her selah
.. this poem is a thump a bump a lonely howl , an embrace in the face of death. she’s a fixture of promise, a moment of resolve , some tender -ness at the hardened center of it all. .. … Continue reading
why and wherefore
.. this poem has a point, a purpose. she’s poised to change the world, perhaps, with her iambi(c) -tion, her diction or her daisychain dismay – to give it some new sense of ………..(humor, space) sway. or maybe it’s … Continue reading
rebel breeze
.. don’t stand down -wind of this poem; she’ll blow ……………..(her top) you away with her intricate spin. she’s in -sane, deranged and estranged from her own phrase. she’s lost her power somewhere between the devil and the deep blue … Continue reading
