Stories tagged poetry

Gulf War

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Someone's ass should be kicked.

A Brief Definition of Miracles

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a hint of cold that huddles its October in hard chambers of the wind

Quartet in C Minor, Op. 18, No. 4 (Beethoven)

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Loss is that perfect discovery of what the tongue and eye believe to be true.

In Hell

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IN HELL My intuition says fetch a piece of soul here—heart bits once in awhile. Is this a bad habit? Come closer and speak to me. I'm not your enemy until you kiss me. Then my bones circulate around your heart and crush— No one will…

Impact

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IMPACT I died on impact when your heart slammed into mine Hit and run Pieces lodged in skin, bones, veins, muscle--anything for survival How many eyes do you have? You rush to find yourself but never do A fragment of heart still attaches…

Patience

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Soon after the young soldiers walked away taking their Burger King, i-pods, and bombs, they captured the last female politician in a cave near the Khyber pass.

Poetry, Inc.

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It comes to our attention you have what it takes to join our enterprise.

Soir Bleu

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Later, he will force her to the hard floor, her mouth a slash of red.

Snow Angels

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Each night they stare into the sky and wonder why even with wings they can never get off the ground.

Divestiture

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The mitre saw? The Philip's head? Okay. I'll leave the screws to you.

Ninety

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I'm taking everything off she announces, clawing at her clothes. A new scar gleams on her mended hip. Where did this come from, where is it going? A cross-hatched seam in the center of a body's landslide. A cradle for children, a long-ago man; a…

Put Down Your Camera and Love Me

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The dead whale's bones wash to white on the beachhead in Puerto PeƱasco.

On Words to Comfort

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but we let the moment pass

Gracious Have Been My Years of Late

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Gracious have been my years of late; The windy drifts blown soft. Truth be told, such luck seemeth bait Eliciting doubts and wonderings.

Subway Casanova

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Red neon face down into a novel on the train about a man and woman in the Mediterranean, seeking seismic activity in the waters, in their lives, in their loins