Stories tagged poetry

The coded feather in the glass

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Dirty intimate feathers They're not listened to by anyone I can't hear the feathers in my mind I can hear the breaking clattering thunder and the ambidextrous love

Roadkill

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I It's been there all week, Nose tucked into tail Comfort found between impact and asphalt II I'm still here logged out, still here Had it with the billboards the check engine light milemarkers... Just…

Melons

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A baseball bat a large pipe a hammer and axe

The Third Poem Of Xmas

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Xmas is upon us! Sales are in the stores Candles in the windows Wreaths upon the doors.

three gretchens

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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen

We're Pieces of God & We've Found Each Other

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The gates going up and down like gigantic windshield wipers to let the existent boxcars pass. We went across these real bumpy railroad tracks into a town so small there wasn’t enough room for the car, so we got out and went ahe

that picture of you

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Oh my God! The question of whether or not we each have a double has been answered. Yours is living in Louisville, KY. It was you...young you. I already knew it, but seeing your picture just slammed it home. Again. I knew I shouldn't have told you

Oscillation, for Carol

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Cellular grandfather, pity me: once it was understood how things were done, how the boiling ferns invited the glaciers to come, how the dinosaurs asked to die. Os- cillation: The world was born in swing and sway, and I, fasting slowly, am not…

Ignorance

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On the street / The protesters stand / Yelling words empty as wind

One for me & One for Jerry Lee

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On my 52nd birthday I began drinking whiskey at a little past midnight. I don’t usually do that but I felt like getting drunk and writing poems. So here I am pounding away on this machine at 3 o’clock in the morning. I've finished the last of the James

Explore, Expound, Expand, Explain

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We walk on

a good man deserves a good woman

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“I'm a sucker for the bad boys,” I tell my mother. “a good man deserves a good woman,” she says under her breath.

they came to explain the wind

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How we segued from exploring the wind to eating a nitwit sandwich.

la petite mort

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trying hard to ignore the dreams of infants spitting vomiting crying little snails she never thought she wanted but her body is in full rebellion trying to convince her she does

This Is Why I Write

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I do it for fun