Month: December 2024
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Top 5 poems read in November
In the County Villages of 1960s Seismology The Ontology of a Hummingbird The theft of broken windows Soul in Orbital Decay Angry With The Waters (long, epic poem)
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Tomorrow’s ready sands of missing journals
Navigating texts like way stations Recalling the broken syllable; trust adjourned forecast to the ready sands of missing journals remembering only the harm caused by your touch Stirred into a...
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The sitting room of censure
disapprobation conferences demur resurrections like palpable gentry in an estate of urban suggestions no longer on the outside a geography of truth where place hold placards to be seen and...
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The hour of arrival
Crystal churches closing their doors on the poor Reifying evil is the last glimpse of God they will see intermittent ceiling factories, chandelier spokesmen and calling winter scourges, like a...
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Poetry is a Responsibility
After learning Nikki Giovanni had passed away. Dec. 10th, 2024 – 3:00 am In the next world, if my warrior Queen God is true / Nikki Giovanni will not have...
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lighthouse stall-weights (unexpected mornings)
Mother trying to sabotage the peccadillo circumference Rules engage the lighthouse search parties Blue-collar stall-weights borrowing lines and forcing an early morning For goat milk and parochial community dances Dreams...
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Badger scion with coronal thorns
He would never abdicate his seat of power He has a courtyard pianist The pianist writes themes for his various ways and wants of walking to and fro, here and...
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Ginger Learning How to Ride Watching
Cross-seeded patina sensory echo ghosts nudge their way into the shoulder-lines too stilled to be vacant like the remorse of sister’s lost journals. Too weak for oil paints, love in...
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A divorce at the head of the journey to adulthood
Heads flown en masse on a train that neither steer nor abdicate solemn witnesses an ox of profundity dismasts as to pouchong rose petals scanting on the horizon of father’s...
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Lucrative Shadows in the Sutures of Pawns
cranial plates soap box rhythms placoid illusions to soft music soft bones, letting go of the evening triumph no longer a stalemate dancer, but another self-styled drone bee Souls meagre...