Category: Poetry

30 Minutes

She said she wanted to be 30 minutes from a mountain, 30 minutes from a city, and 30 minutes from a sea.

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When You Find Yourself

Reach for a hardcover book with his name
sprawled across the top. It’s only natural,
you consider, to be drawn in by philosophers whose
names you once pronounced phonetically.

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Family History

My family history as I know it starts with the kick of a grenade.

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Aubade for a Night Twitter

All these voids

meeting in the middle feels

like an answer, so I keep
writing. For a night

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Anatomy of a sane girl

Let her suck air through her teeth first, anticipating
the beginning of pulling the meat.

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Carmen in the Sunset

Sitting on the veranda with her coffee cup, Her grey hair braided up,
The lonely lady Carmen turns her eyes up

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“Brecht in Southampton – Personal Pleasures”

Morning at the coffeeshop Cheating traffic, the back-roads White clouds, the pale sky Parking near water, a book Midday at the bay, the breeze Water on your feet and scallop shells My sister’s laughter—baby mischief, feeling glad Scanning the view, … Read More

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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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Overheard, Prospect Ave

Giving out extra passes is like donating to the Salvation Army Like giving away Gucci and Vineyard Vines, pink ties with whale print from J.McLaughlin —I won’t miss any of these items at the TI/Ivy Olympics, Before I have tenure … Read More

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Sprinkles

The construction guys are wearing neon hoodies and eating grilled cheese sandwiches, Sprinkled across the lawn like lobster buoys — “Confetti thrown from heaven,” you’d call them When I was on the boat and couldn’t sleep. If I went back … Read More

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Rememory

When the sodium lamps evaporate their tired stock, I wonder if walking home at night in the rain will still be such an ageless pleasure, a simple joy to watch you stagger up cement sidewalks, ringed in a corona of … Read More

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Geography Lesson

If the Atlantic Ocean has seen my breasts, held them for an evening in the dark, full night, did he tell anyone? If sky observed, unfurled her firmaments? If the arc of my neck meant anything [to him], cradled in … Read More

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