Category Archives: Original Poetry

on the goodness of night

there is no greater relief than shucking of day sloughing off costume rituals of potion and removal of turning down of putting away clothes folded nicely behind the closet door everything in its place blanket at my thirsty feet light … Continue reading

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How to Cook for One: Burn the feelings off with bird chiles

It only takes one photo you never meant to see or be affected by to realize you are suddenly on slippery emotional ground. Listen to some aching cello music, write emo poetry about how you are afraid of losing to … Continue reading

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gulf

Things I miss tonight so much I can barely catch my breath: -Nana -Alabama dirt road, roaring chorus of frogs and crickets, ink black sky smeared with stars -Florida panhandle, salted breeze, blue neon, electric guitar, cold oysters in smooth … Continue reading

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intermission

termites in my bed they are swarming tonight; perhaps that’s what the frogs were on about goddamn swamp. found a bruise on the bottom of my foot again how does that happen? last night’s wine and revelry sticky and thick … Continue reading

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plasticity

A ventricle-shaped room in my heart, papered in the gold leaf of dappled sunlight, contains all of home: grass pastures, cornfields, tree walls that block out the world, nothing beyond a fence where wild roses grow, maypops, the old house … Continue reading

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Haunt

Nostalgia frequently overlaps anticipation. These are just different names for longing. For wanting. For the endless road. For how sometimes fleeting glimpses of the unsaid thing flash through my heart, break it just so, then leave me in the stagger … Continue reading

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Ark

people like to come down here to flirt with decay but they don’t stay some do some settle in with the sidewalks city blocks sinking toward yesterday life, still homage to a time long abandoned by its people resurrected by … Continue reading

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