Stories tagged poetry

The Slaughterhouse Whitewash

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It's not with charity that the lies come ghosting under the door, nor with our best intentions in mind do they commandeer the airwaves, carousing the dead with the rose bed of martyrdom. Pointless in silence, the fallen bells from shelled…

Vigil and Prayer

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What nightmare can compare to life / somewhere right now?

A Whole Forest Full of Leaves

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A response to Darryl Price's "Hello Is All There Is".

Masterplot

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Mostly, I'm the goat

A Hiaku for Her

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the lonely, only

Surrendering August

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on the far shore, in the vineyards timed charges explode like the sun catching on fire it scares crows away from the grapes

Cocoon

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When I go to the protest to be arrested, I tear / pages from the library books. I fold each, tucking

Destructive Intent

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she drinks him in and savors him like a / sip of the mocha capp sliding down her throat.

A New Kind of Madness

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in my youth I was enamored of the moon—that is to say, lunacyI applauded the bizarre in natureI appropriated the gratuitous from dreamsI drank brashness and frenzy from bookswhat mad things I did!(throwing a bucket of water on the naked couple in the bed)what…

5 True Things

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5. When I feel the need to pray because I am too filled with joy or too afraid I pick a tree within view and pray to it.

This Time

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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.

Coleridge on Urine

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What a beautiful Thing / Urine is

The Queen of the Underground

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Study decay, says the Queen of the Underground.

Ode to an Afro (or Going Natural in a Corporate World)

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In praise of the colorful flock with crowns of teased cotton candy rising high above Modular walls, stalled operating systems staling coffee and pale corner offices

Bees in the Eaves

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We write in darkness. We love in alleys. We breathe into beige paper bags. Anything to mollify the confusion. Anything to simplify the math.