Stories tagged poetry

Song of Unself

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nothing suffices as harbor / but a permit to claw at every yawing chasm

Translating Sappho

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read as sparrow

Abysmal Insights, By Age

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16 - Only a thin membrane exists between imprisonment and freedom/There is no such state as 'freedom'. 26 - If we are reincarnated without the same memory, that = death of the brain = death of the individual = absolute death. 30. Unitarian?

Another Ars Poetica in a Gone World

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somewhere in the middle of a field

Another Ars Poetica in a Gone World

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somewhere in the middle of a field

WE TURNED THE SAFETY OFF

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It’s not like I could tell anyone. I hum a song my mother sang to me as a child. A dressed-up soprano to calm the tail I’ve grown.

What's Shoes Got To Do With It, Part 1

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Sometimes she feel likea skuzzy ole flip flopin a world full ofsilver stilettos, the crystalstudded kind with redpolished toes poking out.The kind that holdstiny ankles decoratedwith delicate gold chains andlong silky legs that move likesweet cane syrup over ahot buttered…

Liz@Phil

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Liz didn’t steal his heart / she embezzled it

Details

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I’ve almost forgotten how the crisp autumn air felt when you pushed your fingers in my hair,

The Crutch

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The Crutch takes many hostages, makes mothers say "don't tell your dad."

A not so Sonnet, with Tree and Swan

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I can’t decide which way is true north –

one and two

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tragically / once upon a time / two people / far away / ...

Free

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The print is not ideal, it's true.

(From an Awakened Sleep)

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pluck me from the charred grate

Tierra del Fuego

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my time there was not one afternoon not / one river not one tunnel not one falling