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Kiss

In the resident smolder of lips, a seared prelude, announcing blatant recourse to the sheerest intent.     Advertisements

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Emily Dickinson

At the severest hour, everything fell within. A banquet hall after the crash, after the deluge, and you, a mouse, courting lull, tracked pawprints in flour, stalking floorboards for crumbled manna. You, the mouse, with slow heaven firing your eyes, … Continue reading

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Anne Sexton

It begins with a stopwatch, and a glass of water. The stopwatch belonged to her father, or to her father’s father. The glass of water is a joke. Imagine trying to remedy all that desert within, all that scabbing red … Continue reading

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Sylvia, Triptych

Perhaps, Miss Sylvia, if there had been more sand on your beach, more sea to wash away the dead skin of pallid thoughts, more moonstruck nights rattling close to your fingers as you typed out the country of your heart, … Continue reading

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Anne and the Clouds

Anne, lovely disturbed Anne, pinned by gravity, and bedded to cobbles, cherishing the vagrant destiny of clouds, and calming distance.

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If L.L. Cool J. and Sylvia Plath Had Gotten Down

Listen to the spoken word track w/ music here. Don’t call it a Comeback— L.L. Cool J. wooing Sylvia Plath in broad daylight where they dance and get crazy theatrical doing the Lazarus (and doing it and doing it well) Sylvia … Continue reading

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Sober Judge

Dylan Thomas falls from his barstool in Heaven— God, tending bar, picks him up, turns to Job—Who am I to judge?

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Josef Sudek

It was his mantra– Hurry slowly, syllables resigned to vigil.

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Walt Whitman

Of myself and stars, he sang in forked, unsigned tongues– Words his place-holder.

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Sorceress

Budding sorceress, basking in a siege of text– long shadows at dusk.

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