Category: Poetry
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A Life Winding Down
A flickered visit todayClear, blue eyesProvide brief recognitionOf a year unknown.Am I five or 45 today I wonder?A smile has liftedShe wears a blue pin-flowered blouseLoose, nothing too sexualWith smoke grey tall slacksClean, pressedA button undoneOpening to a padded white braPerched in a shining metal elder prison.Earrings to matchAlways was dressed to the TJean Nate…
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have you ever looked at the birds? they have stories…they have to have stories.just as the movements i make are intentional, so must be the bird’s. moving from one home to the next, escaping its present reality to be replaced with a better one- maybe.they still have to face the wind, storms, and rain.and so must we…all the same. Featured Download: If…
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rubies
that familiar medicinal smellinstantly reminds her of hospitalsand bracing for a shot methodically, she douses cotton ballsand swabs the swollen lobesof newly pierced ears crimson angrythe reflection in the mirrornot what she bargained for disappointment and regretyou are the unwelcome gifts on her twelfth birthdaya first in a long line of lessons Featured Download: If…
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Safety
The day after we buried my grandmother,we went to the shell that was her house.The only place I had known my entire life,was now not a home of safety,but a house of little welcome, We saw what was left,after family, friends, and the house clearance had takenanything of value.Left behind was what I took, for…
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Lies My Mother Told Me, or The Seven Deadly Sins
Working is unfulfilling.Romantic love between an aunt and her nephew is beautiful.My worth lies in the number on a scale.Looks are more important than brains.Taking prescription pain medication every day is normal.What can I do to help?Things are more important than people. If you repeat a story enough times, people will believe it, even if…
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Artificial Sonnets
VII. The flick’ring of the lights was the first clueThat something was amiss. The poet frowned.The building seemed to tremble then subdue,Accompanied by muffled thudding sounds.A creeping cold unease began to grow.He got up from his desk; his door was locked.He tried his phone and found the signal blocked,He shouted and heard only an echo.What…
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Tardigrade Physiology
Here’s where they live:Hot springs / deep sea / shingles on my roof Terrestrial Tardigrades adhere to liverwortsand feel most comfortable with a water film But some have survived in spaceSome have been spilled on the moontossed carelessly in the lunar dust They’re ‘dead’ there of courseBut a well-aimed droplet from a droppermight well reanimate…
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Artificial Sonnets
VI. The poet cut a sorry figure lately;Early triumphs had lost all of their glitter.His boss called, which did not surprise him greatly,But poverty required he was no quitter.His manager was terse, her tone was brittleAs she explained to him the situation:“This lady oversees a hospitalAnd hopes you’ll diagnose an aberration.”He nodded to the guest;…
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Tardigrade Morphology & Reproduction
Barrell-shaped with stubby legs Their caudal segments are enrichedwith a fourth set of these legseven pudgier than the other six Only a few enjoy pigment-cup eyessince most are eye-less Others are endowed with bristles along the head and bodyfor sensation And the entirety of the bodyperforms respiration The round tube-holein the middle of their facescontains…
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On the Existence of Poetry, An Ars Poetica
Poetry is not real. It hovers overthe edge of existencethe blurry line betweenlife and death. It does not dealwith the mundane and banalthreads of being. It enters into themicroscopic, trivial things, the important thingsthe things that are painful to think aboutthe things that burn us if we get too closethe things that bring us joy…
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Artificial Sonnets
V. The poet knocked politely on the doorThen opened it and stepped into the room.His boss was there – as she had been before – Joined by a man in army uniform.The poet’s skin went cold. His boss said: “Hi,Welcome. This customer wants to discussSome poetry-based issues, which is whyI thought it best that you…
