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The Arsonists Daughter
I was an arson once ( Read more... ) -
that one time in the heartland
she told me she valued brevity
and so I replied
"huh."
this exhalation, or non-reply
hung on her lips
begging to become more
so we let it hang there
for nearly a minute
nonplussed
It wasn't until
I watched her walk away
and her shadow elongated
as if it it didn't truly want to leave
that I realized
I should have said more -
On the 88
passing by, I spy
one abandoned piece
of yesteryear's forgotten history
after another
litter that lines the rails
rust bucket treasure
for these old eyes
"How did that get there?"
I wonder
the finality of such a resting place
where I fully expect to see
a piece of me
lying amongst the weeds
a bicycle tire
bits of plumbing
freedom
all discarded ( Read more... ) -
I.
against the face of the night ( Read more... ) -
Soul Sistah
red poppies
patterned across your bosom
I had slept the peaceful sleep of babes
and yet we barely touched
our bodies an ark
sailing fields of blistering red
Motown played on. -
Ask Me Again, "Where Have I Been?"
I haven't spent my days
in dim lit coffee shops
or dust ridden dives
at the nub of the bar
scribbling my thoughts
and hiding between the pages
of this notebook,
or that journal.
no, I've been on beaches,
and in jungles,
vacationing in the recesses
of my child-like wonderment,
falling in love with the world
ten times over
and still, over again.
I've been ( Read more... ) -
morning ritual
I dropped my heart
In the water
To see if it would dissolve
Like an alkali
Or a sulfate
Or a carbonate
5 seconds in
And I’ve changed my mind
Drowning it won’t help
Nor will stomping
Or crushing
Or dicing for that matter
It will continue to beat
And it will continue to love
So instead I embrace it
And apologize for the shameful thought
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(Untitled)
It was a Saturday and I swam away from the dawn and the rising tide into the depths, the lurking deep, where a soft siren's song penetrated the darkness; penetrated me, knife deep into all the tender spots of my body. I am no Olympian, but I outran the sun that morning and I swam until there was nowhere left to swim, until the salt coated me like a ( Read more... ) -
A Morning in Late December
lately ( Read more... )