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Tag Archives: dverse prompt
if the dead do anything underground while they dream they do not learn, but remember
i do not worship bones or light candles on graves like i saw on all soul’s day after sunset when i was a child. living across the street from the oldest cemetery in town, riding bikes on those quiet drives … Continue reading
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.
bride price
when she was 7 my daughter started second grade her bedroom purple & pink with Barbies & plush. she kept a dollhouse & not very well how is a girl as young as 7 a wife, except to play house with … Continue reading
Posted in child marriage, New Free Verse
Tagged bride price, day of the girl child, dverse prompt, hunger, poetry, world
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sonnet #2
the unfolding sweetness your kisses bring deeply hidden, past where lips together join and learn a language of sighs, feather soft promises of pleasure murmured, rising in heartbeats faster than the frantic wings of a hummingbird rushing to nectar before … Continue reading
ghost dreaming
this dream leaps too tall for the snares i lay down to trap it in the morning i will remember simply skipping outside flesh and call it flying
Pantoum (before)
I do not remember innocence. I was never in any first garden, This life sprung from dust and breath blended Before I knew death was hungry. Our bonding was never ideal. I was never in any first garden, Tasting temptation and finding … Continue reading