Tag Archives: JD DeHart

Leopard Skins

Sometimes we put on the leopard’s skin and pretend to be faster, becoming – always becoming Sometimes we look with awe, with unspoken jealousy at the ape in its cage, preening, listless in the sun, slow-moving We do not talk … Continue reading

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Sacred

Some people put marks around a spot of earth and others hang glass on the wall, or revel at ceramic figures or write to famous persons We collect small items in boxes, wrap them in newspaper, and store them away … Continue reading

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Symbolism Takes a Seat

In walked dear symbolism, whom I invited so often to class with me and down she sat. Along the ride, she pointed out the plumage of bright birds flapping past, perhaps resembling courage; a pool standing stagnant representing my lack; … Continue reading

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Abruptly

In rushes the season, in rushes the dog, small frantic creature. I drain my life before the classroom, seeping out my humanity before an unforgiving audience. The lesson could involve a dancing tiger and there would be no ovation. I … Continue reading

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Ruins

When they have unearthed us, will they look back at our architects and mutter, How they rivaled the pyramids, or will they first get hold of our wasted celebrity adoration, our overpopulation, or propensity for barbaric neighborhood yawp, will they … Continue reading

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Latex

The slap of rubber, even in its clownish lavender shade, conveys the deepest sense of other, the hand arranging the needles, shaking up the small bottles and I bidding my love to go be prodded with those same sharp implements, … Continue reading

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Orange Epidemic

I dreamed about a world where, suddenly at the edges of their being, some people started turning orange, burning shades of autumn, and so the landlords and officers, wearing their capitalistic top hats, threw these shades of persons into chains, … Continue reading

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