Tag Archives: Sarah Marchant

Jackie

i. This time, when I crumble and collapse, you won’t be there to break my fall. ii. It is the middle of the night and I call you crying, gasping between sobs about stockpiling pennies and collecting cats shrouded in … Continue reading

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Winter Radio

I don’t want to compose a song until it comes bursting out of me, not a throwaway draft, a sorry station for a pencil or microphone. But living in this snowglobe has been so very clean, a microcosm scene – … Continue reading

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Your Sunday Best

Twenty-three. Soft and supple, scorching like a twister in a mint green dress and bare feet. I am a woman, and you are the crumbs of earth that I have been force-fed for far too long. Stuck still in shapes … Continue reading

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You Two

There is a sliver of possibility which, if allowed to flourish, could blow things into dandelion bits with your legs locked under the table. Notebook pages strewn around the foot of a bird bath as I dig nails into my … Continue reading

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Peach Pit

In a day’s time, love broke. Caricatures of connectedness tumbled from your pores, snagging your nose ring, bleeding storehouses dry. Might it inconvenience you to grow a pulse? Take your malice with sugar, your green with discontent – flavor to … Continue reading

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skew

my university contemporaries will undoubtedly remember the obsessive-compulsive girl in the third row, picking herself to pieces – teals and burgundies swimming through her reality. degenerating, she is a persistent animal; pre-determined calculations grind out a relay, an auto-pilot, scheduling … Continue reading

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Eric

Tangy orange tints chickadee blood, curling around the syllables and rasping all of our lullabies. The disorder, the cohesion. You found the deaf woman beautiful and, plunging into the dark, you left riddle-laden tongues to wag in my ears. Sarah … Continue reading

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