Category: Writing
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Self-Directed
We think / we’re much older now, / but we’re not. Whisper sweet nothings / while our tongues flick, / flick in our ears. Ask: What happens when you say it / out loud? Say: I want you to know / something. Ask: Is that love? / Say: I want you to feel / a…
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The Road Out to You
was long but less so each time my mind traces back over it The icy ridgeline, the way the water rushes out without first thinking Each dog that passed through the muddied snowthinking it was an elk I am that onewho pauses in the pathway of growing moss, touching lichen withtwo fingers and calling a…
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Closing Time
It’s five minutes to nine at the library, the warning blares. The hunched hoodlum in the corner settee wipes a dripping blade on his cuff and gets ready to push off unseen. The student slinking between the aisles bags two textbooks he can sell his roommates. A man rushes in breathless at one minute to…
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Lawn Mower Death
So I’ve started in with the David Ignatow collection. Friends, this man is obsessed with death and it’s more than his poem about lawn mower death. And I don’t mean the kind that shows up on the nightly news because some teenager tried to ride one into a roman candle war (ask Lancelot about that…
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Southern Trees Bear Strange Fruit
Trees can bear scars too. Dark, puckered with sap and pitch, botched attempts by an axe or the vaguely violent will of a summer thunderstorm. These trees have borne witness to our worst moments, here, beneath the sweltering sky, among the blackberry-laden bushes. Every slurred word dripped from our lips coat their leaves like nectar,…
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At The Graveyard
Bleary-eyed, I walk. The fog rolls thick and heavy. Trees line the path like giant gnarled fingers beckoning. A shrill whistling wind scatters, disorienting. Still, I walk. A stone angel waits in silent consideration. Placing a flower on a heap of dirt, I fall. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you…
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Screenplay
“U američkim filmovima” Translated From Croatian by Mario Frömml In American movies Russians always get defeated. Guns lurk at every corner. Cowboys are good guys, though may not be. Indians play supporting roles and extras. Except for making wars, or being fought against, no one has been noticing ten million Muslims. Knowledge is useful if…
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Race A Penny
So if you choose to race a penny off the roof of the Empire State Building but you’re aiming at this particular spot on the street corner where a woman is hailing a taxi and right as it kisses the curb your body plummets through the canopy of the cab, crushing the cabbie and screwing…
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Bird of Prey
Waxwing, he said. / Dad said. / At the window. / In the kitchen. / Mom came running. / My spoon hung / in my Cheerios. / He said it with such urgency. / He was not, / is not, an urgent man. / What is a waxwing? / I thought it was some new…
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The Subway
Precision facegaze -Covert masterbatorsBehind inflammatory newsprintAn ad for a psychic cleansingTucked into the window caulkingHot plastic seats, thighs stickDalmatian in an IKEA bag,Tentacles threaten between the platformAnd the train Featured Download: For a quick tutorial on how to write your own poetry so that it sings like Elizabeth Wing’s poem THE SUBWAY, click here.
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Tax Psalm
I haven’t been writing my poems, my sonnets, my tax psalms. You know the old saying: might as well blog about it. There are lots of quotes, attributed to many and various writers, about how hard it is not to write when you know you need to. I’ve spent so much time notwriting that…
