Stories tagged poem

November

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You sleep in equative lip biting slumber hugging a pillow you think is someone else.

Da Tung

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A black-green Eastern elephant / With baby riding atop.

6 Thoughts on Love

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“Careful of the shells,” yousaid. I wanted to tasteyour white, and makea table of your midriff. Georgia's just aplace withso little, butan island nevertheless. Sky's a thing weseem to be, when thelight focuses on…

Alice Sundew

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it explodes pink out of a water and ice sackdripping downdripping redstinging redinto a pin-cushion greenslinging its sticky tongueinto the open airsucking the juice of flies

The River, Once

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once she went to quenchthen she went to scrubnow she collects dead toadsgrinds them with cornmeal to feed her sowsonce she ploughed the land toiled with her face deep in dark soil her back burning in hot sunnow she works in the paper millmaking laminated labels for the…

Fragments

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Your insincere smile, eyes drowning in kohl. Sweat and sweet talcum, and the maroon cashmere stole.

John and Cathy Come Home

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They met in the land of lies

Banana Pudding

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(a.m.)

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5:57, and sunlight insinuates itself under my eyelids. today I wake up to the noise of time slowing to a mere trickle. today I wake up and I can't remember where I am or what your name was. I feel you fading into nothing but a…

Cinéma Vérité

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What could possibly be more dull, more empty, than peeling potatoes

The Money Tree

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Tree full of dimes and dollars

George

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he makes his way back / to the ocean, back to the popcorn, back / to the pinball machines

Fish Boil

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Put sunscreen on your / bones.

lost something

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my hand is closing;grasping insubstantialair particles thatescape into my fleshypink lungs. imaginary magpies take flight fromthe runways of my whorled greymind. their wingbeats soundlike dust at the morning's end;like finality…

I didn't ask for help

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I didn't ask for help