Stories tagged poem

Satan and the Moon

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Never never never feed the publicans

Fate

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decline the prof­fered hand

Paradise Island

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A man comes out of the waves

The Empty Bed

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But by day the birds / of prey were in control.

Judging the Critic's Dance Contest

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How we all apologize for what we know and what we don’t, taking refuge, often self-professed, in illiteracy, incompetence or stress, in place of work.

Ghazal for the Women

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An unveiled face once more courts suicide. And girls, forbidden books, withdraw to dust.

Vigil

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Each hum and beep, blank buzz, and sigh disturbs the weary eye of sleep.

Et Tu, Beaute? (REVISED II)

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So many writers / are cowards. So many statesmen are poltroons.

Oh, Hell

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Spike Lee, caped like Zorro, struts over the threshold, his left arm draped around Lina Wertmuller. Lina feeds a dog-eared copy of Swept Away By An Unusual Destiny in the Blue Sea of August into his mouth

Erzurum

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i dig up the sands of my soulbecause I am adoptedi climb into a dusty atticmy hands twist into fernsI flip through photo albumsa silent war speaks to mefrozen bodiesa baby glued to his mother's breastpomegranate juice stains the sand violetmy legs turn…

writer’s block

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round & round this empty block again & again i go

Love and How It Gets That Way

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and we spun you, / spun you!

A Poem So Clever It Immediately Needs to Shut Up

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The game / was a foot.

Upon Reading a Book

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O' madam, betwixt the pages A story professed to love A wonder of descriptive prose Delights read enraptured “My favorite book”, so you said O' madam, your heroine is flawed Wounding herself beyond measure And those she swears she…

Oh, Hell

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Bob Marley stands too close to you, a red-eared slider perches like a yarmulke on his head. He speaks through lips dangling a massive spliff, “Do not lose your head, mon, you are not really here.”