Words

in the places between (unsettled correspondences of a relentless personal nature)

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and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor filled with the sounds and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes on a long train ride going...

Disassembled

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4 wallsSurrounded and safe like a fly in a cupConfused and lost beyond wordsA hideous reminder of what we could be.Had we taken that...

A Lot

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There is a parking lot in Virginia where plastic Wal-Mart bags now blowTo find a fence post 4 miles out or a lone tree...

Tell me again

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I am the tinker-toy derelict in the corn;you are the plucky jalopy in the public pool.I mean to say, meet me in the delicatessen;leave...

The Devil’s Advocate is a Pacifist

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As I stared into the eyes of Michael Cohenon the Lucky’s market television; blinded by humanity or lack thereof.I saw a system which breeds...

human tweeting

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going through your instagram feed desperately trying to reconstruct your history artfully revealing yourself through clever angles and snapchat filters.  what happens when children lose sight of themselves via the...

On my Mom’s dying

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She saw my first breath. I saw her last. And, in between,      many days of      smiles, shouts,      puddles, clouds      thoughts deluded, denuded,      eluded...

If I could fight

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Dear diary, I felt a new emotion after weeks on end of nothing but fatigue; it was hatred for the human race It's been getting worse after coming so...

Bring an Original Poem to Class

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Scary things, scary things The things that have created me All come back, so haunting Surrounded now, I can not breathe. Can someone please Soon help me Rid my life...

No such thing

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Fate rides on fiery tracks as the warmth of the flame creeps from underneath the doortell me one thing, darlingis it everything you imagined it to...

Solstice Eve

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Mystic morning, snow-laced, leafless branchesof treed sentinels, faint outlines. Merge into the fog, awaiting the Sun’s return,awake, not asleep, aware. Of Oneness with the Great...

Notes From the Hanged Woman

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Face it, we’re wind From womb to the blue prom. Remember me licking Cream off your belly? I swing soft breasts Over the bones of the forgotten. Creation and death Harbor...