Private Property In this minor emergency of the self, We drink to become confused, To swim in the dark like idiot fish. This is a lake at night in a forest. This is where we look up at the stains In the sky and someone says, It’s purpling out here, And someone else says, Someone […]
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What Women Are Made Of There are many kinds of open. — Audre Lorde We are all ventricle, spine, lung, larynx, and gut. Clavicle and nape, what lies forked in an open palm; we are follicle and temple. We are ankle, arch, sole. Pore and rib, pelvis and root and tongue. We are wishbone and gland […]
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from The Neighbour My dad was such a liar. It was all about perception, I had to be a refined lady I never carried myself like a slut, not even nail polish. I was perfect. I fooled them all, to the point where I fooled myself. I was fictitious. I wore […]
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To A Future Reader I beg you, tell me the words I left ended up funny, gave you guffaws as the planet went all to hell in ways I was not sad enough to imagine. Ave Atque Vale Farewell Priscila Uppal from Ontological Necessities, Exile Editions, 2006 This kind of takes my breath away. […]
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The Tale of Postpartum The doctor is ancient and I don’t think she can hear me when I say, my columna verterbral is on the outside now. She asks, do you like caring for the baby? I nod. Yes, I love caring for the baby. And then I whisper. But how long can a woman […]
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Machinery My father loved every kind of machinery, relished bearings, splines, windings, and cogs, loved the tolerances between moving parts and the parts that moved the parts, the many separate machines of machinery. Loved the punch, the awl, the ratchet, the pawl. In-feed and out-feed rollers of the thickness planer, its cutter head and cutters. […]
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Melancholia The black dog approaches? I pry open the crooked jaw. Inside? A heady odor, elemental. And then? I spin through my life again. How so? Slow and fast, fast and slow. What follows? Time, the oil of it. What direction? Solitude throws me off the scent. And what lies ahead? Even the future recoils, […]
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Seema Yasmin M.D. (1982 -) British-born American doctor and journalist who in recent years now adds poet to her “other” accomplishments!!! (Starting with Z for Zwicky this blog post, Y for Yasmin is now the second in a series of blog posts to feature contemporary poets by going backwards through the alphabet according to the […]
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April 22, 2021 – 10:11 pm
PLACE On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree what for not for the fruit the tree that bears the fruit is not the one that was planted I want the tree that stands in the earth for the first time with the sun already going down and the […]
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Lullaby Don’t let grief frighten you. Standing outside, in the mind, its silhouette is winged and cavernous. But what brought you here: is past. No need to lock the door. Don’t let grief frighten you. Bring it in to sit down by the fire. In the hearthlight, you will see its face is human, its […]
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