poetry
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Solanum Lycopersicum
light from overhead fixtures reflects off of your hallowed surface like distant low beams cutting through fog cold and unyielding though supple in places, your smooth skin covers familiar topography in reds and oranges so fine hiding the vulnerable flesh within nightshade sepal that you wear as a crown does it remind you…
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Bag of Marbles
We were shooting marbles with our older brother Arnulfo kneeling on a patch of dirt Front of a mud brown apartment building Clink as one marble collides into another He won a ruby glass Cleary Shiny marbles, shiny joy in our eyes As he was 27 and playing with us kids…
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Embryonic Drums
I need to pasture this plain but have no water supply, no aqueous piping to advance the drink that last river to cross in the bloodvein of bone-filled alleys where bibles and knives lay used and worn hummingbirds careen in plein air, flip, then flop, land in a grove of latticed leaves their…
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Sticky Pavement
Tense, blurry sight. Status? Stagnant water without the contemplation. A deep-rooted spinal itch, trails like a trickle, not cool, not sweet, up to my neck and down to my tailbone. Let me breathe myself into the night air that drifts and clings to my nose tip ears, eyebrows, lips, chest. I want…
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Momma Spider
The tenuous strings that hold her aloft Are of her own creation. She weaves them and deals them, Spins until she feels celestially secure. Strung between a hearty green branch And a wooden-panelled house, She softly sways against the pitch And fall of the warm-winged night, Silhouetted by the tiny icy stars That align…
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Neon Pharmacy
I know I’ve stepped on sands of beaches hit on all sixes; shot the Chicago typewriter mammy cradles Jazzbo to the living end near the villa I kiss his warm lips, tarot cards over dry lake beds near Missouri tugboats map my route wings flap like coattails as anchors fall from the sky leaving their…
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Pant Legs Protrude
Gritty sneakers, one sock, raggedy pant legs protrude from a soiled pockmarked box abandoned in a doorway the wrest of him slumbers hidden in precious privacy. Next door excited people queue up for a grand opening salivating for pricey chicken and waffles and the hullabaloo of musictangledchatter to numb conflicted hearts. Written By: Grace…
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Court Geometry
r r u e b b pavement cassette tape beat don’t chase the ball into the street l r e e a th hardwood scoreboard screams television bleacher dreams he and i…
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Away
Our eyes met amongst the oak desks and rough wooden school benches, pencils lost between their skinny cracks, and stray chalk dust on shiny wax floors that reflect your blue sneakers reaching out to mine But only briefly— you headed out the door, shoes squeaking in the wax. Written By:…
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Quiet Places
quiet places there’s something about walls and ceilings and their clearly delineated lines are rooms put together / constructed that way to give us the illusion of order providing a familiar / predictable space to come back to to exist in after spinning in the maelstrom of life ? clearly, they don’t satisfy every…
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