Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

Shamhat

two miles away from you may your lover tremble with excitement, one mile away may he bite his lip in anticipation I would have journeyed to him unbidden, my path from the temple fated and traced by sandaled feet, dusty but still … Continue reading

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Disgruntled but unarmed woman flies to Australia to beat someone with a bag of oranges.

Pingbacks.  Normally I enjoy it when someone wants to share my work, as a reference to what inspired him/her to write something.  However, when someone takes a poem like God Weeps and uses it to back up some insane grumbling … Continue reading

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storm warning

I crave that covering over everything raw snow promises the blindness of winter how small things together change what is seen to iced monochrome

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apocalypse in the first world

we lost electricity for 5 minutes 5 minutes of dark to hear rain on the roof and wind twisting tree limbs into stick figures practicing yoga and my girl running for the candle by the light of her tablet asked me … Continue reading

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a certain day became now

A certain day became now this unfolding us in moments an origami I smooth, learning past language and in texture and heat this us in trimmed accordioned paper doll chain selves and none of them true copies teach me the you I cannot … Continue reading

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raw

some things we are un comfort able reading the too personal center slice served bleeding on our plates meat we cut and call pink but we chew it bones and all– we are ruminants grinding pain between molars, eavesdropping a soul’s breaking and call it … Continue reading

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the other side of sleep

Most of what we seek is hidden truth that flees, but comes unbidden summoned through magic, coiled and deep– that waits the other side of sleep the pain we carry is phantom, echoed in remembered rhythm embedded in these nerves … Continue reading

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