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The Faucet
The faucet in our kitchen is getting old I had touched it When we came to see the apartment The first one of our married..
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Blue Hue
This poem won the first prize in the poetry competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.
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Garden of the Restless Martyrs
ceramic mustard and ivory shells cradled in fruit skins and ashes once we were doll heads and now we are only ourselves we seem to..
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Jane Doe
Just a few broken bits of bone Some scraps of cloth and a hair or two Marked and placed in plastic bags Is all that..
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the eclipse and the exorcism
It began then, during the ten wet nights of red crabs clawing at the moon, a nymph that had just drowned in a maelstrom; the..
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Street Lamp
When the opaque dusk swells, The broken street lamp’s Pearlescence of glass shards, Overshadows the warmth of light bulb The night is the unsung..
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I set out to paint the light
I set out to paint the light when it grows soft at summer’s end, but could not wrap my thoughts around the immensity of neglect..
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Aleppo
grief in weeks nothing has moved me. i chase something and fail. the screen dries my eyes. no rivers flow in Aleppo…
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Elfie, Sheltie, Sallie, Shellie, Self*
Author’s Note: The title of this poem is attributed to the spelling suggestions one gets, when having typed: Selfie in Microsoft Word. This is also..
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Fox Harbor
for SB This is the most you’ve ever been a child. Once there was sand, thick saltwater paste on legs capable of anything; then, later..
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YERE YERE PAUSA
Yere yere pausa Come to me rain, let the drops percolate, collect in plastic tubs drained through pipes made of dreams and denim Tula..
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North of Longing, South of Hope
I. every night you turn on the lights in the room he has left behind on another continent he buys a pack of almonds for..
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I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways
I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways A dazzle of days running under a tram While the horses bolt And the..
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BEGINNINGS
All of the gin joints in all of the towns and you had to walk into this one* Beginnings don’t flow as easily as they..
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The Dreams of Tiny Things
The birds outside my window speak of world domination, the tiny gray sparrows have staked out my kitchen for the headquarters of their aggressive, bird-centric..
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MAKING PRINTS
“What was it like—-being married to Mick Jagger?” – (American journalist) “I had to be a hell of a whore in the bedroom.” – Jerry..
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Your Last Sad Vehicle
Keep watching those funerals — how they launch black sedans over cemetery landscapes, stop them by a new grave where the body enters orbit around..
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Hygge
I asked you what you wanted me to write and you said it doesn’t matter that you would read it anyway that it could be..
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Why no one remembers the name of Janet Leigh’s character in Psycho.
1. Conundrum the saint with the sadness of autumn crickets. Flow your love to what cries unseen. 2. Rattle the linguist with the voices of..
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FIXED STARS
ESTRELLAS FIJAS Cuando ya de la vida el alma tenga, con el cuerpo, rota, y duerma en el sepulcro esa noche, más larga que las..
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Memory
Take a hit. Watch the moon slip to new moon. Listen to the lady you Work with talk about ghosts, and start to cry..
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Remember me in words
I Remember me in words Count the syllables. Recount them. Can you see them Kneeling before the universe? I pray in verse To these unruly..
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Linger
You linger on, Like the scent of a favorite perfume in the rain. I used to try and forget about you, But now all I..
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The Soul Of This Poem Is My Blood Sugar, Or Eating In The Small Room
for John Cassavetes Tippi Hedren would be more nonplussed than me, or you—I can’t remember who is who—but she’s playing herself, hosting Dinner and..