Stories tagged poem

Wading

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Through feeling her life story, I understood mine, more,

September 26, 2016

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I lack the intellect, discipline, and faith in anything but our ultimate erasure.

Thanksgiving

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Unless we see it, probe it, Name it, star by star, and feel This awful, tenuous gratitude.

A Word About Everything

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I remember having a beer once And feeling like a minor god And I know in some lie you told Your life began making sense And I also know that the mind likes logic But the heart loves chaos I just hope flies land on the butter of your soul

Moai

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Despite our stern and stone appearance, we have not existed forever

Endless

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My grief is made up of Demons fighting to Claw their way first Out of my eyes

Twenty-two

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The year begins well here with much needed rain and tee-shirt temperatures.

New Moon, Old Moon

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The moon once rose on its own Now it takes a series of Ropes and pulleys to get it up Because it’s so old And you can hear these audible groans Coming from its craters As it’s forced to listen to forgotten lovers Obsessing over old lov

A Sad and Empty Space

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My head has become the place/ where unborn poems come to die in utero.

Small Ghosts

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the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizonare fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.at night he curls by the door or else he follows her to a different place. he is quiet, then. as if he knows the secret challenge.better if he and all the others…

The Musk of Civilization

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He bought his zillion-dollar megaphone,

That Pill

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It’s good to have some, Extra weight - Something they can Grab on to, In the sheets, When it’s late-

A Girl and Her Trees

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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle. Fall was near, a rotten apple.

The Welder

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For a man with a poor command of English, he managed to describe his recent redundancy with aplomb. “One week, everything perfect; the next week –” He mimicked a noose being fixed around his neck and I sat and watched his eyes bulge.

the night envelops me

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and light bleeds into the darkness