Category Archives: Poetry

“Your hair knots and crinkles too much” “Your eyes rage with too much ambition” “Your skin bears too much resemblance to a dirty copper coin” “Your blemishes overpower any beauty you could possess”   But

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since that summer day God, how I loved her then at a park in the coolness of a lake, we swam she stepped on a dollar bill brought it to the surface between her toes

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That summer I wanted to take off all my clothes. Be naked under the sun. Tango all over warm grass, so warm, warm.   Noontime perfumed berries and lush grass.  Beneath honey locust through hushed

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The room whispers to itself in a hundred subtle tones. Your dress hangs in a closet in a panorama of sighs. The ordinary light can’t ease   the sorrow of the bedclothes crumpled to suggest

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A circle-jerk of historical names — Stalin, Churchill, Roosevelt — divvying up the Baltic pie, the three stooges, out of necessity, together on the same momentous stage and about to exercise their penmanship après le

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The welding-fused wendigo creates itself from city dust, salt and clay. From my bed, I hear it mewl out a newborn cry down the block. My eardrum holds the sound. Robotic. Crackly like a fingernail

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Like a plate of food, my America is collards, black eye peas cornbread, and sweet potatoes but mostly all around it is like a dessert on a saucer a slice of sweet apple pie says

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Take me in before the frost Fragrances in a vase That slowly fade Winter is a crime Spring, so full of plants Summer doesn’t have enough time And Fall; our last chance Luke Samra is

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Webbed appendages would be useful. I might, with them, be able to dart through the folds of traps you’ve laid in the room. I might speed away from the words that ricochet like shrapnel. Propelling

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A raft of keys fanned out across your desk, each one built for some door somewhere. You know about locks, tumblers, picks, but you won’t go to that black room until you make a guess

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