Category Archives: Poetry

13 Superstitions for a Damsel in Distress

On the backstreet home, watch out for black cats stalking your footsteps. Don’t step in puddles with your high-heeled horseshoes: the clack draws all sorts of bad folk. Knock on wooden doors along the way – let them know you … Continue reading

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Brittle Jade

You bottled message parlour woman. You crackled knuckle. You tremulo. I am divining joss in your will. I am folding you into a boat. I am paying Father to take a short trip. To look elsewhere. Oh, you cloud of … Continue reading

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Change

Silence doormat rough Weights me in this time capsule Car’s in the driveway I close the door on twelve years Tomorrow they change the locks John Hicks is an emerging poet who has been published or accepted for publication by … Continue reading

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Imitation

Why do we return the sounds of other creatures: hoot back to an owl, yip with the coyotes; as though they ask for our vote, and we reciprocate without knowing what we’ve said? If an owl calls, does our imitation … Continue reading

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Foreplay

It’s the underwear section, once again. Boxers, trunks, and briefs crave for my attention, trapped in shiny boxes waiting to be used and abused by the perennial scent of male body parts: a chemistry of cock odor and crotch sweat. … Continue reading

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Fever

Finally, the music is out, to promulgate the verdicts of redemption. And so, it’s imperative to undress ourselves now, from dark matters that relegate us to mere humans, trapped in the dress codes of civilization. The mystery of satiation hinges … Continue reading

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Ballad for a Possible Monogamy

Join me now in habits conditioned to celebrate the face in mirrors. I need a break from solitary selfies. I need your flawless eyebrows to over-manage mine, or castigate their imperfections with the edicts of style, the calculations of plucking, … Continue reading

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