Tag Archives: poem

The Argument

Reality and me have disagreements all the time. Reality is, by nature, inviolable. And a bit of an existential bully. I am, by illicit union, a child of fiction. And tender in the center. Reality and me don’t always see … Continue reading

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God’s Word Against Mine

And on the eighth day she was diagnosed an Artist, and saw that it was good and fierce and necessary, and went forth creating like a madwoman, rattling gravity shackles to the din of furor and crumbling towers within. (Poem … Continue reading

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This Dreamed Life

Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading

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Seating Arrangement

The girl in the chair is no longer the girl in the chair, she is neither here nor there, she is always and forget-me-not, soul-spray and glacial uproar causing a siege, she is the spidery patterns of her exploded heart, … Continue reading

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Please Sit Down

No sitters to tend, solvent to its own winter, if these floors could talk.

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A Star is Born

Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom.

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Chain Reaction

Night swallowing its own tale of snake swallowing its own tail of night.

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Ties that Bind

Seven years later, the pupa stage of marriage– Who the hell are you?

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Full Moon Rising

Howling, to contract space for deeper emptying, to swallow moons whole.

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Crow Medicine

How little they know, of her flights beyond reason– Her world, winged, widens.

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