Stories tagged poem

This Night

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On the balcony the rain felt gentle on my face and across the street in a window I noticed two figures embraced. The clouds had not yet passed above me and the night was still as dreadful as it had ever been.

Him and his Father

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Snow was falling. People passed by the window and wore large coats. Inside, Alex stood in front of the window and watched.

The Silence

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“Time heals all wounds,” they tell me, But it has yet to ease the aching pain That chills my thoughts and heart Unprepared for further torment.

Adagio

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... must we turn again (and again)/ to an orchestra stripped of wind and drum?

The World Didn't End. But A Good Bread Is Hard to Find

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If you’ve still got the whole watermelon in your mouth, At least spit out the seeds so you and I can talk Like we used to

The 5 Senses of the Apocalypse

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The Rapture comes and goes unannounced in carbonated soda bubbles spicing the air.

12.21.12

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No jagged bits of crust were thrust up/ through the prairie’s black gumbo

The Bum and His Shopping Cart, Giving Up His Ways

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A bum leaves his shopping cart in the middle of the intersection at 7th Ave and Perry St and walks away leaving everything behind

Road Movies

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Like puddles when it rains, like relationships in chains.

love's letter

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hello they say the rite of passage is falling in love and i didn't believe that until now. you took one look at my broken smile and showed up with your thread and needle and your mortar and sugar and took to work. you poured mortar on my mouth and sugar over my lips…

12.22.12

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No jagged bits of crust were thrust up/ through the prairie’s black gumbo/ to give us cataclysmic mountain views.

Sunday Morning Series- 7: Sunday Morning Trifurcation

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Go diddle in the sand// to save some other sinner/ a death of stones.

The Need To Know

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What I want to know is If the chickens start up with the turkey in the soup Do we just end up with a bunch of church-keys?

The Hero in "Heart of Darkness"

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Remember his coat and tie,/ remember his collar, starched and white/ despite humidity and river stench.

Eulogy for the Eating Disorder

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Never again will my body stay as you want it.