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the prostitute and the mania of a waning MoonI start writing the words black notebook and pen likebutter on biscuits steaming from the oven quick slidthe ease of melt where a mouth fitslike it does a kiss just remember this is whywe close our eyesto se…
today’s prompt from napowrimo.net is to write an epithalamium, a wedding poem. today’s prompt for Poetic Asides is to write a poem of apology/non-apology, which is funny because that’s what i ended up doing yesterday. i was probably inspired some by the fire images in jill’s icarus poem. i’ve had an icarus poem brewing for […]
The Entire Sweep Of Human History, Reduced For Easy Consumption To One Tiny Facet Of Evolutionary Biology, Made Easily Digestible By The Removal Of Context And Detail, Served In A White Clam Sauce Over Linguine Noodles, With A Glass Of Red Wine, All For $17.50 this is the story of trillions of sperm and the […]
POEM REMOVED FOR EDITING /// just like yesterday, it’s national poetry month. so it looks like i may be attempting a poem-a-day challenge like this one or this one, as i have in years past. what the hell! i could fail tomorrow, but i’ve failed at bigger challenges. ba-doom-chick. that’s a divorce joke. it’s not […]
like garlic and Earth Balance over warm rotini the key changes in Stevie’s “Summer Soft” flowers on the window sill (our window sill) Roland Orzabal’s guitar solo on ”Everybody Wants To Rule The World” miso ramen with white pepper and sprouts eaten at the bar where everyone is sweating sembe and a cold bottle of […]
what the rain couldn’t hear was time is a mistress of moreGoddessriddling the windwith her tongues on our clockscarvingour dark beginsour peel scraped endsour molecules thinned enough to birth light ineach element of usin all the spacethat elect…
staining the exitsthe house is all ghosts and no bonesas if pall-bearing death itselfwill watch the wind all day take my breath intothe quiet that tapping keysgives birth tomy every unknownmy every outcome my every lovemy every stonethrown in wishesat …
POEM REMOVED FOR EDITING /// so it’s national poetry month. typically, i rush head-long into the poem-a-day challenges like this one and this one. but haven’t been sitting down to write much at all. i haven’t been able to write even when i do. and i am nervous about jumping back in. i haven’t been […]
Cape Town singing Cape Town into Brooklyn through a pair of speakers made in China music written in the Berkshires by a madhouse veteran of the solo circuit green tea in the last surviving mug from the latest in a long line of relocations the new room has an altar in it which would surprise […]
Orion on Prospect Avenue sharp sword dangling from his belt swinging back and forth above the Chinese grocery the Middle Eastern restaurants the yarn shop with its scarves-to-be I’m walking up the hill wondering just how far away those stars are I know they’re not even near one another Orion is a picture people made […]
Listen to this poem using the player above. / / / expenses $1.00 for the three congueros on the D train black men with beautiful braids down their backs too meticulous to be dreadlocks $5.00 for queso made from yeast bought from a friendly former hippie in a Bushwick bar where a bomb would have […]
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