Category: Poetry
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Stewing
As I stand over this stew steam,I watch the individual ingredientsbubbling to the top. together, together I feel my bones breaking and theseboundaries between us cracking.We are one. together, together My body, sinking in Januarysnow. I feel the cold on her face,even though I was warm in myhome that terrible morning,hundreds of miles away. together,…
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concise history of ancient train cuts
microbe fossils written in stoneon mars from water to nowdust and rust under bleary skya little guy wanders throughthe ridges escarpments open woundsthe train cuts where commuters pass through what’s written on million year boneschoppers scattered in gravelsome people dug a hole through theheart of this mountain and nowthey’re gone who knows where who knows…
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Two Poems by Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi
i am going to kiss you I do not like people who say o I am eating An onion o I am eating vinegar things Now nobody will kiss me I say shut up your stupid face Maria Or stop talking the words of a moron Rachel Your brain of the moron obviously Has no…
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Two Poems by Ben Starr
mr. fantastic goes on a bender Sue having crystal skin isn’t the only reasonI haven’t seen her in eons. I can smell the multiverse but can’t catch a whiff of her translucent soul since I got pottedon intergalactic mead, smasheda few planets together, woke upthat one angry god who keeps timestrapped to his chest. Big deal, I’ve saved…
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Wind Cycle
We’ve gone to fly our lights but I can’t quite get it right: I don’t know what to do with my hands. I watch the boy running and jumping, saying hello to the pigeons. He stops and starts, Beside us his sisters laugh: music. The paper birds flutter in triumph weaving between cardboard dragons “You can’t catch me,” they say. …
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Two Poems by Rory Strong and D. Beveridge
The Price of Things It’s about freedom: & being siphoned off the planet:the surface of Mars behind my eyeballs:When all I had longed for was: command:hospitals that are also prisons: for hurt derelicts:convenience store hum: next to the place I rent: The man in the map room: at the library:waving his penis at me: my…
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When I saw you at the Luv Shaq Motel, I didn’t think it would be goodbye
I’d come to get you. The fiberglass dinosaurs roaredsilently over the mini-golf course across the street,and you were almost just as quiet by the pool,half empty in the middle of winter. You went onabout one of those cat clocks ticking its tail backand forth over your bed. Spoke about itlike there was a murder weapon…
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Two Poems by Tim Frank
Midnight Shower When I showerIn the small songOf a midnight embrace,My gable roof flowersIn furrowed robes,Then shrugs,Ushering in the rain.With leavened lightI turn the shower offAnd let the vaultUnleash its alpha splash.Spin me into spaceTo view the globe in chains,It’s a fragile paper doll—A lunatic asylum,High on buttered toast.Dawn is just a ghoul,Bleeding friendly fireSo,…
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Rewatching One of My Favorite Shows Sober, I Don’t Recognize Some of These Characters
Sobriety: Day 223 I’ve heard there are two types of fun,though I haven’t independently verified this.Type One you have in the moment:like on a roller coaster, butthat’s an extreme example. More likeenjoying time in the company of friends,consciously, while it’s happening.Presence required in more ways than one.But my performance of this has alwaysbeen stilted. It’s…
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My phone is better at giving 100% of itself than I am
I find it inspirational when my phone dies because Idon’t think I’ve ever given anything 100%, personally.Even when I ran a 4:40 mile in high school, I bet I wasonly at ~96% of my max possible exertion. I’d probablyneed to be chased by a ravenous lion or tiger to hit 100%. Even this poem just…