Tag Archives: Ariana D. Den Bleyker

Writing Myself a Poem with Blades for Words

i. I see you, wide-stanced, braced & arrogant on the windblown ocean’s edge, waves sweeping foam-frothed from the sea to flank you, to join battle, to join forces with wind & dark, & you defy the shining fighting kites holding … Continue reading

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On Regret

My mom tells me I’m a gift. She says love is what keeps the atoms in you & I— is the moment, is the day she had never tasted something so sweet. When we were little, we played kickball and … Continue reading

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Catastrophe

Here we go again— there’s blood in the water. Holy Mary Pluck a flower & give it a name, label it, base nothing on a whim. Holy Mary, Mother of God Each time we tear ourselves a little more under … Continue reading

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The Ornithology of Perception

“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.” –The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, William Blake “Reality is just one red pill away.”–”Psychésthesia,” Mydriasis Aletheia i. The iridescence on the neck … Continue reading

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Without Humans God is Void

for Rev. James O’Connell i. Every atom leans toward the human being streaming up from the deep root they spur, laying down the perfect descending of stars. The slim fit sharp atom knows all the shortcuts. Tragedy & me, we’re … Continue reading

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This Place

smells the same—garlic, regret, oven flame. The menu hasn’t changed. The Antony and Cleopatra: Italian sausage and snake meat. The Macbeth: Cooked in a cauldron. Sauce won’t wash off. The Julius Caesar: Served bottom side up. You have to knife … Continue reading

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My Daughter Asks Me If My Husband & I Will Divorce Because Patti & Hannah’s Parents No Longer Live Together

And yet, she wouldn’t have dreamed the colors— crimson & black—a fire guttering; storm cell building to thunderstorm, or the texture of heavy gray wool. I take her arms in mine, soft body, strong grip & as I hold her, … Continue reading

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