I don’t think you ever knew how much I loved you, or how I pressed these poems between my teeth or my heart, all depending on the day or the weather and whether or not you decided to take my calls or drown me out. I don’t think I ever knew how much I wanted … Continue reading Love on Demand
She is a literary powerhouse
What if i recklessly wrote three or four poems a day
and sent them into the void of cyberspace
where anyone from my little brother to my exes could read them
until i was picked clean like the carcass
of the rotisserie chicken my aunt sent me home with last weekend
and what if i then found spiderwebs in my pantry
and boiled a bone broth with it – would i be all
water with shiny oil spills fed to the masses
at the homeless shelter i almost wound up at
or should i instead demand a little privacy
when the car of my body stops short and my brain
reels back and jolts violently against my skull
until i am irrevocably damaged? should i put on display
for the purpose of a science i dont understand
the spots where i am worn thin and short circuiting
or should i…
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Mad respect for the brilliant David Lohrey
There’s been no birth but I am suffering from post-partum depression.
Do you know the feeling? Something’s been taken away.
I am a passéiste; I do not have my eye on the next thing.
In the garden, the Delphiniums are in flower.
We’ll do everything together; we’ll change the world.
We’ll abolish all private property except my house.
I said in my last poem that everyone should eat popcorn, but that’s not
because I like it. I just like the sound of my voice. My fantasy is to live
in a Faulkner novel but that doesn’t mean I refuse to wear underpants.
I wanna get me an emotional-support peacock and move into Flannery
O’Connor’s old house. They prefer moist, cool summers and do not fare well
in hot, dry weather. One does still hear dreadful stories.
The greatest birthday present I ever got was a potted tomato plant…
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Patrick is incredible
Through my nose,
I took everything I could
To make the ache
In my head stop
There were yellow whales
And pipers wearing polka dots
Pretending to be God
The devil held a sword
Like the archangel he was
And threatened the weather
Isn’t it something
When the thunder of a father
Is challenged by the tide of a son;
Yet free will bought mankind the moon?
I challenged traditional thought
By letting the animals in my stomach out
Vampires in white cloth told me my penance
Led to something called a blood clot
And every voice in the room
Sanctioned by love
Was suddenly divided
By their bindings to strength
That color matters
And that humanity classified everything
Including the intangibles
So we could create crowns
For crowded rooms
But when we simplified faith
We lost his name
And now his face only shows
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A number of SD collective writers and members have stepped up to donate the next 3 months of their royalties to the rebuild efforts…
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For my money, Nicole Lyons is hands down the best poet writing today. By far. She simply excels at her craft, and she does so with the apparent ease of one who effortlessly speaks her soul without need of any edit or further rewrite. Which, of course, is impossible. One would think. And I have … Continue reading Blossom and Bone Reviews
Matthew in all that raw, heartbreaking beauty. Something triumphant here.
I have infections in my ears
The Dr looks and says,
You have infections in your ears, here ya go I’ll write some prescriptions and just take this medicine you’ll be okay
I say, my body hurts all day every day
and my soul hurts all day every day
and I feel like maybe,
could it be possible to say,
I am here but I should be finding a hole to lie down in, or a furnace to obliterate my bones to ash and smoke
Is it possible that I’m alive but I would feel better dead?
The Dr says,
I want you to take these pills and they might help and they might help and they might help
and maybe they’ll make you feel suicidal
And I ask, how will I know if they’re making me feel suicidal, I’ve been feeling suicidal and I’ve been fighting to…
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