Category: Poetry

A Breath

Have you ever seen a body exhale its last breath?

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The Other Woman is left in the cold

“Never dipped one toe into water, but sipped juice on a hilltop.”

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Someday I’ll Come Back to Peter Taylor

“Remember how lovely / Your dreams once were, filled with sandcastles /
made from stolen buckets on a beach /
Long since nationalized.”

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Reflections from the Backlog —

“There’s always summer to/think/realize/laze./There’s always summer/and the year after that/and the year after that/and the year after that/and the rest of our lives.”

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(A Poem)

An untitled work.

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Lazarus Sleeps

the clacking of his thoughts sound like the anxious machinery of a typewriter, ribbon unspooling into ink-laden pages hammered by shakespeare’s thousand sweatshop monkeys he dreams he just woke up to find his mouth open and full of flies: their … Read More

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Modern Love

I am an eggo (waffle).

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The Smell of Salt

“We rolled the shoes / over like small, still bodies.”

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LSD and Two Thousand Miles Between Us

“and the water felt like crystals” you are saying, buzzing in my ear where the phone is
wedged between shoulder and cheek and
I am barely listening,
lost in myself,

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Close

“Matter warps that geometry.
So I try to piece her together like he would.”

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I can see the neighbors

from here, leaning out       beyond their yard. They are fence-prone and rubber-necked. Looking in, maybe. I sense a vulturish curiosity and sink back.   Meanwhile, my dad has fallen asleep on the couch.   He is darker … Read More

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highs and lows

“i swallowed your lies / and they came back up as tears”

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