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Category Archives: New Free Verse
the bones of it
a sugar maple after the first hard freeze knows the essential & lets everything else go releases red to run rustling in front of wind we call it falling but the core stands bare the stripped simplicity of a monk … Continue reading
Originally posted on eulonia country:
tonight is not the night you will come back to me. i have not been playing mandolin all of my life for this moment when i am twenty- three wearing blue nail polish waiting for…
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englyn for Roger Rivard
Roger Rivard’s so sleazy he said some girls rape easy smirked between friends, all breezy ***my offering for Dverse. We are playing with englyns today. The above is a soldier’s englyn.
writing on stone with water
writing on stone with water is an exercise of impermanence– what is true and brought out dissipates. what is written by water on stone whether shaped with force or tenderness unbecomes as fast as it becomes; that first letter vanishes as … Continue reading
awakening
what do i know this moment rising from a dream still swimming behind eyelids i keep closed awareness weaves itself the shuttle/my breath pulse stretching throat to speech this my sunrise
vengeance movies nonwithstanding
i want to write poetry about chrysanthemums licking yellow & bronze along sidewalks, & rivaling leaves in their burn or how my creek, frosted clear now from algae carries those leaves in fleets of color into that great lake, … Continue reading
day of the girl (the sun goddesses remembered)
I am tired of differences– tell me again how this body is pulled by the moon in its tides, hormones alternately softening minds and sharpening tongues as if somehow female minds are less because ovaries steep thoughts in estrogen until they … Continue reading