Category Archives: Poetry

The DNA of a Panic Attack

Each panic attack has her own DNA. She has a different set of parents. There are male and female panic attacks. The female of the species is larger and bites harder when sensing fear. She believes in a God she … Continue reading

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Declining Damage

Some parts are still missing and others are still bleeding. Time is a slow surgeon with too many sharp scalpels and never enough threads to completely close the wound. Pain is temporary, but so is joy. One comes too often … Continue reading

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The Great Excavation

Beneath red fire sweat sky she burrows down in clay desert. Pisces on her treasure hunt. Twin buried, and reflection extinct. Her therapy is archeology. The sea long deserted. Fossils scattered deep beneath locked dirt. Fish bones thin, fragile, but … Continue reading

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coming out in no particular order

the night undresses, you put a memory in your mouth, chew casually, thinking about wars, about their littleness: of course you were born with one sitting loud in your stomach, your body (the boys drowning in him) is a catalog … Continue reading

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This town; a breathing crocodile, is a sad town…

“Oh, God! That bread should be so dear and flesh and blood so cheap!”                                     Thomas Hood This town; a breathing crocodile, is a sad town with bombs that fall like rain & moons that hoard smiles but frown at all … Continue reading

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My grandfather on a sandglass

They walked this path: two hands holding sunlight. The thistles glared at him yesterday. How easily the days in the past laugh: days wrapped in her straying strands; days the rainbow bent to whisper their names; days of light. *** … Continue reading

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Moon

Moon knows the secrets of earth wind fire water metal Moon never grows grey, like men. Moon is a delivery man— Moon is a pathway— Whichever version of the metaphor you choose, the other side of everything walks round your … Continue reading

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