Stories tagged poem

Aztec

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He wonders if she'll look at him.

So, Good

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It’s good to get fucked in the rain. It’s good to get fucked in the back seat of a power boat on a river in the hot summer air with the mosquitos sucking the life out of you. It’s good to get fucked with your bare back rubbing up against the rough bar

Deseos

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slow walks in the park a hug after a job well done trips to…

The Need for Pawns

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Sometimes you do need pawns to make the other chess pieces feel important

Blue Lips & Buckled Fingers

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But I wasn't getting out...

For A Wounded Boy

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She pulls shame from pockets, tosses it into the brackish air.

how to live on coffee and prayers

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The coffee filter rustles like the Pages of your notebook, which Only tires you even more. Make your drink strong to Make up for the lack of resolve In your shoulders, and Your weak promises. The familiar sound of percolation And you reach the…

My Books

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My books wound you. They wound me / too.

A Walk

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I suppose the lazy trees would have a thing or two to say about love

They were reaching for their mother's breath

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And if the dead can't wait, they crouch

Inheritance

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I blame you for my short temper when I go off the handle when my blood runs cold and I can't think straight I can only react. When I say things I don't mean Even if I do. But I am glad for the fire you started inside of me. That time I…

Life As a Beach

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Life is a beach, not an enormous ashtry.

Blonde on Blonde

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Happens at a party, this way, past frat boys perched in branches like idiot hoot owls,

The End of Wind As We Know It

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The wind’s been howling for a long time and needs your poem to fill its emptiness longing and inner silences with mauve oats, hope and the purity of pleasure you originally brought to the world of unnatural hurt The wind’s been howling a

The Centre for Cultural Sled-Dogs?

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Centre for Cultural Sled-Dogs. Oui? No?