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  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    my granddaddy, he was no stranger to the corroded steel cavity that was the belly of the beast; the well-tuned grease and gears that made the primal grit and guts of the royal highway lioness. a single expedition in the unkempt wilderness of his cement two-car garage would keep him for d...
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    Virginia, stop sinking – take those rocks from your pockets and step away from the river. Let's catch a ride, you and I, to the place where dandelions roar; where the alley-cat boys use their cherry-red lighters to ignite the stars, inspired by fireflies brighter than the sun. What's y...
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    Oh Susanne, I've been meaning to set pen to paper and write you something that would still mean something all these somethings later. I've been meaning to write you something that's nothing like poetry because you're the only one who knows I'm nothing like a poe...
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    my granddaddy, he was no stranger to the corroded steel cavity that was the belly of the beast; the well-tuned grease and gears that made the primal grit and guts of the royal highway lioness. a single expedition in the unkempt wilderness of his cement two-car garage would keep him for d...
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    You say, "I never want to feel like this again." "You won't," assures Fear....
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    and I think the sun is awfully aloof to sit so high in the sky, beating down relentlessly and highlighting every part of us all so mercilessly, but demanding we avert our gazes by burning holes in our retinas. and maybe the moon is a bit on the shadier side, never bothering to protect us...
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    before she died, she was thick-of-december exhausted, spread across my mother's sofa like snow across a dying field, crystal pale and melting, sinking into the frozen ground like her bones were heavy with death, or just too much life....
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    “shed some light on this,” she says, as if gravestones glow and death itself comes with a celestial lamp switch. “my hair used to be that thick,” says the cancer patient. “my baby used to be that small,” says the grieving mother. and there’s no powerful sentiment left to expr...
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    I. Closure is something I stopped looking for years ago. I'm accepting this as it is: a door mercilessly slamming on my fingers every time I try to reach through it only to open again once I've taken a step back. You're always smiling at me inches from the door frame. II. Repair is ...
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    Her house has mirrors where there should be windows. ...
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    I collapse in on myself so easily, every time - and my words slip out silently like beaten refugees, postwar across the smooth surfaces of desktops, tabletops, computer screens & bathroom stalls without much regard for capitals or correct spelling, holding their line breaks like broke...
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    My mind in graphite across the makeshift canvas - Teachers erase art....
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    The sun is trying to reach me again – shoving his wrists past my window blinds curling his fingers against my shoulder blades. He wears a smile that seems to stretch not just from cheek to cheek but from sea to sea wide with desperation and hope. He's a stunning sight at dawn but my eyes...
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    If heaven could compensate, then maybe I wouldn’t need to spend all this time justifying the way the stars slip from the sky when you’re looking towards their light to guide you, or how the sea spills across your brow to form salt-saturated tears in your sea glass eyes when you’r...

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