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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    she felt cool flames coiling a bright blue flickering in her fist & at their base a weighty blob throbbed faintly there upon her palm the lump swelled against her skin only to deflate & rise again, rhythmically, leaving behind blots of something that oozed ...
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    I lean against the kitchen counter and wait for headlights down the driveway, listening to the buzz of the light overhead. It sounds sick, flickering and choked with too much spark in the circuits. I grip my fists hard, leave crescent-cuts from my fingernails on both my palms. Your dog...
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    Let's go dancing in Palus Somni, sway to the music of the spheres until our feet are sore and we're streaked up to our knees in dust. We'll fall back into a crater, settle in the bottom like two yolks in a bowl and hold hands, watch the sun rise. We can wake up back in bed ...
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    Here where the meadow slopes down to the river we kneel by the lee of the hill And around us the poppies are yawning and dour in an hour that's gaping and still The rusted spires of our troubled thoughts jut from the ground with the grass So far from us that we can just see thei...
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    There's a candle flickering in your stare, the look of a far-seeing sailor there in the blue-green light of your sea-faring eyes, a thirst that nothing but salt waves can quench. There's too much water in you, the old women say, but the ship-bells are ringing in your ears and you c...
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    My mother swims the butterfly in the Gulf of Mexico, her body a series of arcs that slip smoothly through the wall of green waves. She pushes bubbles to the seabed with cupped hands, the air from her lungs and the foamy thrash of the waves mingling around her legs in a slipstream curre...

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