Tag Archives: Len Kuntz

What My Mother Told Me

I wish she’d never told me about the hole in the floorboards where our veins were kept, the rancid ground squalling like a belly of slaughter, the rest of the family limp noodles glued to the walls, wondering why the … Continue reading

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Tide Pool

This is how it’s done, you floating like light inside the cool swirl of an aimless tide pool, you a girl again, giddy and reckless, thirteen or thirty it doesn’t matter, your hair coiled from salt, thoughts untangled for once, … Continue reading

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Flotsam

You are busy polishing cabochons that don’t need it, busy rewriting the broken music of sea shells cracked underfoot. Skyward, gulls scream for pity while the sun shimmies behind cloth clouds no different than a magician making fortune disappear. The … Continue reading

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On Cisco Beach

This house, still a stranger, whispers, Relax whispers, Trust me though you’ve never thought to question a building before. You press your fingers against the window like a lover testing the heat of a pillowcase or stubbled cheek and watch … Continue reading

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Precocious

You’re a quick study, which is necessary for survival, but one day you learn there are no real nightmares, just the things that never end, bindings on your ankles, tossed over, no need for a shipwreck or sinking when it’s … Continue reading

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Tease

To bleed out on this exact spot, to learn the honesty of blood, what a gift that would be, dead before your full bloom, petals sticky and still tucked before unfurling, sprouts of pubic hair nodding small whiskers on white … Continue reading

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Didactic

We’ve buried ourselves inside an insistent drip where everything is blurred, fragile and shattered, like a church for soul scratchers or orphaned clouds. It’s the science of omission, a collision of blank space. When I fold myself again, logic adjusts … Continue reading

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