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Monthly Archives: November 2012
friday-night cannibal
her hair is pinned up with last year’s bones– the ones she chewed and shaved to thinness her teeth graze your lower lip hard to tell through all that shining sharpness if she gives a kiss or takes your taste
there they are
there they are circled, blue those days i should have learned you under my touch, crossed off on the calendar & unrealized
scales in the key of stone
skimming the skin of things always in dragonfly lightness just brushing the real with these wings do you know what carries us, flowing above the elemental? there are layers over layers & they are named i have seen the veins … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged Crust (geology), earth, Plate tectonics, poetry, skimming
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identity
i find you thieving me in small pieces but better this & still in separate skins we did not swim unthinking into wholeness– we could be anglerfish grown together, you fused into me like a scar not cut but acquired we could … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged anglefish, biology, breeding, dependence, parasatism, poetry
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juarez (some then but mostly now)
my parents pose in black & white in a styleline convertible their saturday drive to juarez for tequila & cheap newports the place is the same just 60 years older. peeled paint & american factories blight what was spoiled already … Continue reading
my armistice
i can give 2 minutes at 11 o’clock– the first minute silent to remember 20 million dead the second minute quiet to respect the pain of the living that mourned them my sacrifice small in comparison one wreath for so … Continue reading
Silence: The conversation continues
By Susan L. Daniels and Noel A. Ihebuzor S: it echoes– this pause before words weighted breath N: It speaks loud the empty spaces between words S: those moments minds falter before sharing truth N: truth haltered for so long, … Continue reading