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Skewing Toward the Sky

Posted on February 6, 2019 by

This poem is a fair …….(maiden) in a bright tower, sticky with cotton candy clouds and crowds of dark (k)nights in dashing star-spilled skin. She’s in it for the pop -corn, you know, the equality that only comes from tumbled … Continue reading →

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Teen(r)ager Poem

Posted on November 10, 2018 by

.. 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,

Posted on November 5, 2018 by

.. 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

Posted on November 2, 2018 by

.. 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

Posted on October 10, 2018 by

… ’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.

Posted on September 25, 2018 by

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}

Posted on April 15, 2018 by

.. 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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