Life Science If only I was older, wiser than gapped tooth, golden haired twenty-two, I wouldn’t have wondered, what whiskered man is this? His hair like a peppered moth, he sat stubbing cigarette butts into the ancient ruins of the bar ash tray. There was a familiarity in the corner creases of his brown eyes. I could smell the paste […]
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Mammo At first, the grief was bare, an unsheathed sword, its presence sharp. But then it turned, slowly, into a faded tattoo on a hidden part of my body. I tried calling your phone last night. I don’t know what I expected, but I was scared. When I’m dripping in too much darkness, that same profound, welling of […]
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Elizabeth, Mother of my mother, her knotted knuckles cradled my scraped elbows, the heaviness of my childhood heart. Her beauty unrepeatable, blistering. She stands hunched over the sink, peeling potatoes, buttering bread, in the yellow light of the pre-war kitchen she is ageless. When I think of home, I think of her, kindness dripping from her embrace like honey. […]
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Sylvia’s Son I was wrapped in a towel like a bad dream, wet feet on linoleum. I was too preoccupied to see the cracked blood, to hear the silence until I was knee- deep in your tomb. Sometimes, I dreamt you were a baby being born, waking to a pain that was not yours, a motherhood I never had. It […]
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Resisting Arrest Uniting uniformed unity You and I defy the sky Team work and collaboration Up to personal discretion Civil Rights Civility Minorities against majorities Stick to the status quo But should we…? Really? Defy thy stars And seek new avenues Harness the power of creativity And merge sense with sensibility “Utopia” was conceived by Thomas More But all […]
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Off The Wheel I rallied under the wheel the last the very last I knew my breath wasn’t for living not here where thoughts pave the streets and words ricochet nothing ever leaves us it can if we want to be more of ourselves and less of others to worship love and what’s behind it I place on the […]
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A Portrait of Wilbur Just as one poet once wrote about a last duchess, so did the poet write about the first Wilbur. The brown clothing, smell of moth balls, scent of age of rows of books that Wilbur rested within. You have to wonder – did he read all those books, are they in progress, or are they simply […]
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I Want to Be in a Comic Book From the flashing pages of my youth, I have wanted to be in a comic book. I designed my suit, considered my powers and weapons. I imagined a damsel in distress. Even thought of my perfect lair. On my swing set, I would consider this universe of my making. I set about […]
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In the World I’m tired of the high-minded voices I know talking about not being of the world. Like, what does that really mean? I’m the substance of this known universe. I have dirt under my nails. I eat from the ground. Get used to it. It’s not that I disagree with their stance on life, the universe, and a […]
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Take Two And this is why I love film. No one stutters unless they mean to. They represent themselves in the best take of all. I am a silent performer. When I drive down the road, I belt out music like a professional. I wish I hadn’t told you that. In my mind, there’s an auditorium. Figures from my past […]
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