Poetry
Poetry
Soon everything here will be sopped up by time. Only art will last.
Poetry
There’s nowhere he can kiss where she hasn’t been kissed by the sun.
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The meeting hall of their bodies piled on lawns caked with dying birds.
Poetry
A child no bigger than small change calls from her window j’ai faim.
Poetry
Through the dark, we say, through the dark: but do we ever really know?
Poetry
Regarding the affairs of our Father, your demon is Ennui.
Poetry
I’m from Boston, is that why I imagine Fredrick’s emotions for him?
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At Walden Pond, Henry Thoreau clicks like on the “Wilderness” page.
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Dainty morsels do not fail to attract gentlemen as well as ladies.
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She bequeathed her children a mother who dreams and smiles.
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Like lions in cages, women like me dream . . . of freedom . . .
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With these fingers, afraid and aware, I stroke your delicate skin.
Poetry
i silenced with my hands the loud wet thing that would not let me sleep
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The old hen scratches then looks, scratches then looks. My life.
Poetry
I bled. God didn’t want to hear about it. He said unclean and so it was.
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I turned—a peculiar triumph—as ruin succumbed to the ruin it birthed.
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The keys look like Tommy’s teeth once he began to appreciate meth.
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…a classmate dropped dead, his heart was attacked at thirty-three.
Poetry
i learned to save lives from a man who reminded me
of my father
Poetry
I walked that land with him, one and mingling, breaking into breath.
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Out there, my father captains a boat tour below the Cliffs of Moher
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This was his sky, his clouds rucked up over the fields. His country.
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We cannot leave it to the forces to rub out the color of the world.
