Stories tagged poetry

7th Ave.

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Melting in my Manhattan.

Hold on

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I slept and it was pleasant. Then there was the kiss, and it was hot. Later you turned away, and all was November chill. Now there are touches, caresses and shouts, Marvelous nights flavored with favors bestowed, and blackened days,…

Nourishment

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Puberty heat

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Like the tent of blankets pitched over my soon-to-be bald spot, Breathing in my carbon dioxide, Figuring out how sex works, Chafing to death in solitary.

Pink

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Together / they peeled and fed each other pink fruit, / ordered expensive pink beef, went on / vacations and viewed pink sunsets / on paradise beaches.

What the Hell Am I Doing?

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My daughter is a therapist. She's started reading my / poems.

Rings and Things

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Rings and things...

African Painted Dogs eat a child in my hometown

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A four year old boy is eaten / by the African Painted Dogs in my hometown zoo / after falling into the enclosure. His mother lifted him / on the fence to see the creatures.

Again and again, until what emerges

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I’m going to tell you what we found: / the sick black smudges, their signatures / on our kitchen wall, the half-crushed shells / of aluminum cans clustered like rock oysters

Kraken

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A likeness borne in silk, rich contours of canvas giving life to the seascape.

Purple Gel Tab

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When you collapse, fall in my stupid direction Or: if I say, you're the chosen one, do something shiny

Sisyphus

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I build pedestals.It's hard workHeld together by sweat, love, and lofty thoughts - an unsound foundation.The tiniest bit of heartbreak,and it comes crashing down. Always, I blame the builder and not the vandal. The next one will be…

Blood Paintings Series

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Still I've said: motherhood is not for me. / And my own mother has cringed, thinking / of how she has tied her whole life / around that role.

Preserving Sanity

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For days I could speak only in clichés

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There is no other way / to tell you: I woke up afraid I was going to live. / There is no other way to say how I was overwhelmed / by the mundane things – / dishes, the shower, breakfast – / I could not be anywhere.