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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Do you remember two children, swinging through the days like wheat laughing bright into the universe? (together we breathed apart we shall end) Our plans were colorful and dreamed over thin strips of silver and dry snakes of clover rasping at our feet Still I can taste the stra...
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    For I swear that it stung me last morning or midnight and pushed my mind into a cut-paper black oak with spiders and witches and cinnamon kisses and all the clichés of the wild-girl meadow and ancient cavorting by moonlight… Can there be a debt for poems? And I am so terribly sorry and sc...
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    Now here they lie, a forgotten bright collage of tired bits and desolate pieces. Once, far from this silent grave, an orange tree thrust out its arms to welcome the wind. Grass whistled, cardboard stood sturdy, roots helped beauty grow. But they are rinds now, scraps and tatters, skin pitted a...
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    I stand a messenger. I am the wise man bearing empty boxes, the widower towing wisps of smoke. They cover me with their dreams, their stories. My hand holds a brain-child, my shoes are set and yet I never move. Well, I say, nor do they. I press on, turbaned, through the soft invisible ...
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    lost in an orbit an atmosphere of rumors whispers and confusion spinning like stars Earth is strange adolescence dangerous there is none of this where I belong. they say you've always been here, this is your home, now be a good little bunny, a nice happy flower and make friends, succ...
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    Our makeup was as bright as our emotions, our hair as big as our dreams. We piled on thin bracelets a memory at a time, daring our Converse-clad feet to moonwalk, to do what our parents had dreamed. We had Walkmen then, not iPads and Blackberries. Our hairspray lingered far after we had ...
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    I sigh under the shade, looking out across the wildflowers and the mirror duck pool to the twisting brick chimney and the water wheel's gentle marimba. Inside that cave my brother watches in rapture as their magic hands twist impossibilities from molten sand, too enchanted to complain ...
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    Over the toes of a frowning geometric giant, a chipmunk scurries, and calla lilies twist and thrive beside glaring glass balloons. Meringues of crystal float languidly around a twilight lake, a little ballerina's feet kick from the trunk of a shaggy copper tree. Upon the hill stand solem...
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    Saturday morning there is rain at market. Shawled women sell cheese and bread, boys peddle exhausted vegetables. My mother buys soap that smells of tulips and sadness from a blind man on the sidewalk. I taste grass and onion and wood and I see purple. Small flowers, bruised silk, crushed in the...
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    I struggle to keep my eyes from closing, trying to take in one last scene of beauty before I fade away. Shafts of sunlight stretch through the trees, and to my right a patch of vivid wildflowers grows. Katniss's tear-streaked face hovers over me, and I breathe out one last exhausting word as th...
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    You may call me ugly, strange, or wrong, but do NOT call me a vase! I am not some silly flowerpot, all dainty and frilly and absolutely useless. See my sides, they bulge toad-green; my body is shiny, iridescent, an oil-spot. Fill me with water, with blood, smash me against the bric...
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    Prologue It was exactly seven o’clock on a quiet summer morning when the first of the cats began to go mad. She was a fine handsome female called Seelie, richly furred in a luxurious sandy color and possessing a sweet proud temper. But after the pale malevolent stranger came and left, Seelie...
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    The burnished sunlight swam soft through the air, a breath of breeze, majestic evergreens, and in the dry-gold grass, a cold stone there marked only with a number, hard and lean. Surreal. The rows of markers stretched out through the Pennsylvania soil, back from the gate and down the hill, we...
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    It was an August day, the sun shone ripe; and blue lake breezes lapped up on the cliffs the grass shone gold, the flowers, every type and trees and berries sent out fragrant whiffs of summer sweetness. Through the cottage door inside the TV athletes swift and fleet hailing from each nation, ev...
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    in an empty town haunted by gloom, by a chilly desperation in the soft damp sighs of air where silver pools mirroring the lost dreams fill, flow, lakes of glassy tears over boulevards of broken bricks the quiet hopeless buildings hunched against themselves, the world crumpled in defeat, ...
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    It is the old, the new, hideously beautiful. Heavy with tarnished silver with the bright rich spirit of the poor, elegance, bold clangy garish sea and grass and sand and blood and all this resting on a dancer's head. It holds a thick rusty cross, a glaring demon. Mirrors, shields, pre...
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    Over the bright and briny waves the white-capped fists of salty green slapping harsh, cruel pushing the ship wrenching the coffee, potatoes up, just fifteen she came. So scared stomach churning like the ocean below oh why couldn't they bring mama why not the old copper pans the blanke...
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    Looks down upon the street, she, the young woman. Sees ladies in fine dresses, parasols, and the painter, sitting on the cobbles, with his brush, his easel, his cap an open mouth eager for pennies. Just a maid, Molly scrubbing floors, toilets, just an old blue dress simple white cap, no p...
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    And the dark crawls over the land, the deep despair, the sooty starving guilt, and the summer stream becomes an icy pounding torrent studded with rocky jags of death. Trees cower, cliffs huddle shudder in the rain of an endless night. And still they come, marching briskly rough simple w...
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    Rock clay sand glass paint from the earth they come beautiful functional artlife. The young warriors fresh with youth brash with adulthood strong proud run boldly into combat holding shields waving spears so naive, so confident in their immortality, and then blood stains the ground. So ...
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    There is a landing a tiny town not much more than a railroad river trees and this is where the world ends. The river is black. A young couple, innocent sits on the bridge swings their legs and the river pools into a horrible ocean and it is black and dead. The sunset is excruciating, ...
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    Days later and the Buddha will not wake. I sat one time, watching and watching, just waiting to see him wake. But he will not move. I begged. Got on my knees and cried and pleaded, I took wood and carved it with flowers, vines, painted it with burgundy and gold, shaped rich claw fee...
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    Early morning, a Saturday. The whole earth holds its breath: in fear or in anticipation, it's hard to tell. A color like sleepy disoriented energy, like that quiver of excitement (or is it anxiety?) before you wake up to go to summer camp for the first time; like rose soap, maybe,...

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