Category: Poetry

wearing weighted blankets

first semester, i read and wrote and p-setted, claimed dual residency in forbes and ncw so i could eat until my mouth and stomach begged “no more,” got home everyday to lovely humans who never fail to make me laugh … Read More

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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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Open Letter to Edward CJ

It’s not the perfect photo, this latest of you and me. The light is bad, grainy and too-dark, but the pub was small and mirrored and just what I’d imagined when I’d imagined England. We smile just the same as … Read More

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Gold Father

“Are you inviting us over? / Then tell us which way.”

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Eros

And a shriek was heard And the flowers of blood Began to drip blood And all the flowers Began to drip blood And the enormous crowd Came to collect the blood And all things dripped blood And the sun grew … Read More

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Songs of the West

“…how will we escape when the sun meets its rise?”

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Three Poems

__There Lived a Red-Haired Man__
There lived a red-haired man
Who had no eyes or ears.

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The daylily, Hemerocallis, continues to bloom for days after its scapes are cut

for L. When you left me here to rot aboveground—preferring a disintegration undersoil, solo—they did not publish the story in the paper, this being in poor taste, your being far too young to die, the Star-Ledger style guide answering the … Read More

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Hikari

“When electricity crawls across them / They glow in eerie light / Or crack in spiderwebs”

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Ten Cousins

“My cousins live fifteen
Minutes away. By foot.”

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Love According to Gabriel García Márquez

“Love is a breath, and a surprise, and the common space between two solitudes, and two bodies.”

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Diving

You taught me to swim
years ago or thought so and so did I, yet
drowning comes much easier

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