Stories tagged poem

Blood Paintings Series

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Still I've said: motherhood is not for me. / And my own mother has cringed, thinking / of how she has tied her whole life / around that role.

Speed Dating Haiku

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Hi, nice to meet you I think I’m falling in love Well, I’ve got to go

Your Interminable Tales

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Listen to me Carefully If it has too long a neck, the urge to have a hand ringing it will be irresistible

The End of Civilization

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All we really know is that one day the fate of all frogs hung on two frogs

Preserving Sanity

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Vanity Among Pigeons

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About four in the afternoon a pigeon began admiring itself in the shiny panel of a car door until another pigeon came along and it quit acting foolish.

The Fine Madness

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A phrase, a sentence, a stanza,/ sounds among the sums and lists/ and starts a scratched cascade/ of syllables and other approximations--

For days I could speak only in clichés

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There is no other way / to tell you: I woke up afraid I was going to live. / There is no other way to say how I was overwhelmed / by the mundane things – / dishes, the shower, breakfast – / I could not be anywhere.

Imagining the Reading as Effacement

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What the spaces say// can be heard in the short/ and longer silences

My Collected Cliff Notes

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Mein Kampfire is not a book about the trials and tribulations of trying to become a Boy Scout, you know. Oh, yeah? Well, Doofus may be a profession by now. So, there! Gonna take it all off just like a goth at 3 a.m. anyway So, re

Fixation

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ripping molecules/ rearranging atoms

All Business

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She saw heaven At 9:57 a.m. She was in the shower By 10:04 There is no specific language For orgasm It is all multilingual

I Don't Know How the Nights Can Be So Long When Life Is So Short

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I will always remember that picture of you in your bright blue summer dress, with your arms spread out against a wooden fence in Central Park.

The Perfect Note

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Everything needs context, otherwise reality would be nothing more than stardust with a spark.

daybreak

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in drifting morning dew, the pink sun cuddles white weaving clouds, pours the caffeinated heat in the cup of universe;dappled shade of sky holds its breath to exhale the blue life,the drowsy chickadee releases a day of possibilities from cracking egg of…