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Teen(r)ager Poem

.. This poem is an un -solvable equation of puberty and pain, a darkest-hour drama, a glorious hormone hurricane. She has tired-of-texting thumbs and uniambic feet that are finding their rhythm in a new place all her own. She’s known … Continue reading

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Dear Diary,

.. This poem is for your eyes only, some small apology for the lonely ways I’ve smudged your pages. This poem is the tired-of-everything matra of the ages, of our darkest hour -glass cages and the ways we’ve celebrated all … Continue reading

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this glorious poem

.. she’s all round hips and loose lips and sibilant spill; full of curves and nerves and the no -frills call of the wildebeest. she’s found herself in ink and sky, relies on timbered truth and marbled wry humor and … Continue reading

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’Dis Obedient Poem

… ’Dis poem ain’t in line or just in time. She’s got one black eye and bruised feet and a pen -chant for running out in the street before she’s fully dressed. She don’t listen, or glisten, or wrap a … Continue reading

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This is one for the loony bin.

Image from Wikipedia.    .. This poem is just one or two steps shy of everything I might want to be. I’ve added stars and salt and sea and sigh -lence and the violet violence of one last sunset. Yet, it … Continue reading

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This Poem is a Kitchen Sink – Everything, and Nothing {in Between}

.. This poem is a well -kept secret, a forgotten song, a vanilla skeleton portrait left in one dark closet. This line is a semiformal suit -case …………….(black tie optional) party of the elite intelligencia comparing IQs and elbow lament … Continue reading

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this poem is not a

.. lulled leapdance nor bubbled-balloon, springdrizzle-dawn, cloudspark spawn. it’s neither curli-cued, open-stormshadowed nor leaving the creakrockcrunch of shimmer-spill. still, we hope it pepper-rose-spices your free-bliss dreamsoul, twist-skips grinmeltshimmer bones. Echo-sounds the dawn’s bouncekick, leaves green-breezespill, roses. this poem’s a journey … Continue reading

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