Tag Archives: Luke Weldon

Holy Water

The wine bottle is set at the head of the table The boy places a Bible in his toy chest The stringed instrument is broken in two The ruined woman and the handles of fat on her waist The switch … Continue reading

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Week 9

I am a good man.* – Every time I breathe I hear the telephone ring in my chest. My cruise control seems set a little too low tonight. The note pinned to the bathroom mirror reads I am so tired … Continue reading

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Elizabeth

Elizabeth I am writing this to you in my bedroom at age 16 with a cardboard cup of beer and ice cubes. I get so drunk at 10:41 on my covers parents half-asleep across the hall. Please don’t tell them. … Continue reading

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Indian Summer

This is the season of grapevines. They curl across their trellises. They’ve been trained. I eat a grape and spit it out because these are wine grapes and they taste bad. I have a seed stuck between my teeth. A … Continue reading

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The Lonely Augur

I baked my own blood in the bread. I bled into the pan. Three days later the bread rose. When I ate it I put a different me into me. The succor of honey was so sweet. It was the … Continue reading

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Factory Poem

Your perfume smells like a factory. When I say this I mean it’s one of many embroideries. A composite. I dig it through with soft shovels. You dip your mouth in the lake to catch perfect stones. When Brian and … Continue reading

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Drive

We took a day trip to the coast with muscle memory smears of the Indian casino putting on its neon headdress the water having already had all the water written out of it grape green sky pushing out figs for … Continue reading

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