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Monthly Archives: July 2013
peacock
Shake your feathers at me and I will want those hundred eyes turned only towards me, because we are such greedy things, squabbling for the prettiest mate and ripest fruit. Shake your feathers at me and I will wink back at all … Continue reading
the creek bank
The men pull steelhead from this water, long as my arm and I wonder where they find them in all this shallowness. I fished, once, licensed and ankle deep in morning on the edge of Rainbow Lake, hooking one small … Continue reading
The Rape Joke
Oh. My. God. This is pure pain, http://www.theawl.com/2013/07/rape-joke-patricia-lockwood
It is dangerous to love a poet
It is dangerous to love a poet who blows emotion into rainbow animals; orange giraffes, pink dogs, purple monkeys– her balloon bestiary handed off to anyone who stops to admire her skill and their lightness. That some are shaped to your … Continue reading
the perfect thing
for Kyle and Holly Yesterday a child was squeezed into being and breath, was weighed and gendered and possibly named but he’s no king of mine and no more miracle than the daily 370,000 squalling, shitting, hungry just born people … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged babies, birth, children, feminism, human condition, maternal/infant mortality, royal birth, Women
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Bonobos
We are no better than bonobos, defining ourselves by who we screw and how often, as if everything we are is distilled to those few inches of skin and what we do with it. No nun, but as an experiment … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged bonobos, celibacy, love, poetry, promiscuity, sex, sexuality
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the algorithm of voice
The probability of one voice wielding words the way the muse swings mine so it is identifiable is unlikely: a probability of 99.95% against, like a DNA test disproving kinship, the punctuation I choose unique as DNA base sequences rising from … Continue reading