Category Archives: Poetry

At a Loss

No matter how many times she played it over and over in her mind she couldn’t for the life of her digest the magnitude of what had been taken and why.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Homecoming

All it would take is a single match, and everything inside her that had dried into tinder. Funny, that it would be the house and not her engulfed in flames, but the heat would blister and violently press needles into … Continue reading

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Movie Still

Could they see through her? Her want of glamour preserved, though absence laid claim?   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Panoply

Consternation, from multiple perspectives— Someone must decide.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Dusting

You don’t know where the nights go, what apparitions with monstrous appetites do the swallowing. It is a mystery, soundless, unsigned. But what remained in the whorish glare of daytime were all the undigested bits, the flesh creeping with prickly … Continue reading

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Following

To become a vagrant to the territory of one’s own self, requires the right kind of corridor, an elliptical sense of fugue, and footfalls which softly echo a stalker’s unmitigated pursuit.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Traces

The letters ran together, a blur, and vicious assembly, which forced her to comprehend  an absence, with no prints to register.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Under and Above

As a child, they had tried to scare her with stories of Jaws, and other undersea dangers. Her mother wanted her to be safe, which meant keeping her as close to shore as possible. Now, out there, alone, bobbing, she … Continue reading

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Folds

Backlit to claim form, the shadow slipped over her and bared its longing.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Against the Grain

Two things clawed at her mind— this was no way for a brain to behave, and why couldn’t she remember the fucking mantra, it was designed to help and she sure as shit had paid enough for it. As she … Continue reading

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