Words

Instrument of Vibration

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In reverie I drum with open handsall over my naked chest legs stomach,beating into this life a rhythm,percussing the guts beneath my skin... my...

You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar

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Grandma said, “you catch more fliesWith honey than with vinegar”I wondered...She herself was vinegarShe never made sweet thingsOr said sweet wordsWas she afraid of...

Stories from the Marsh Land

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Woven stories from the marsh land.A baptism of fire erupts in your eyes.A first day built of sweat and smoke and bomb craters.Where did...

Sonnet 45

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the lyrics go something like yeah, yeah, yeah while the drum goes chitch underwater cunk cunk and the singer goes yeah babe yeah yeah yeah then electric...

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...

Shine A Beam

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Where we standwhat we eatthe atoms of our soul        everything we see was all made from the hearts of distant supernovaethat exploded...

Waiting for Spring

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Crows and snow a tethered world monochromatic static, white noise of sight like floaters, skittery images through flakes the size of quarters, and feathered balls of birds sitting it out on sugared...

hewn and hallowed

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full moon poetryjagged and rawbleeding from the woundsof an ancestral saw back and forth as it goesthrough the passage of timewith these hands, grandfatherthat cannot...

Face The Dirt

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I’m observing the frighteningdangerously changing era of anothertrembling foundation,the rapidly turning event unravel... it seems the...

The Ins and Outs of Planetary Relocation

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I tie the solar system around your wrist to remind you why Days are longer here. Moon-dipped mapmakers, stellar shelter-seekers, we follow cosmic river shadows through the red valleys...

Out of time

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He most definitely knew what hit him. His family and friends would seek solace in the standard untruth that “at least he didn’t feel...

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...