January 6, 2012

It was a forest of children’s graves. Like mist, lovers slipped in and left A sacrifice; not to gods, but to mortals.   Amid stone trees the huntress with tangled hair and tattered hem, independent of veil or child sat on the meadow as doe.   Prey to become a lover.   The god of […]

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December 20, 2011

Still in a dream I wake beside you knowing that though intertwined   we are not joined. Your back answers questions protesting from across the bed   echoing a sarcastic chorus of distance; and yet close enough to touch – but I   cannot reach.

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A Blogger’s Night Before Christmas

December 19, 2011

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a productive thing moved, except a wireless mouse. The stockings were flung on the floor in despair, because one more blog post had to be there. The children were screaming about not going to bed, While Mama drank whisky and swore in her head. […]

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The Truth

December 16, 2011

Your words are salt on an icy rural highway. They are necessary to make the way ahead safe for travel, but the granules slip beneath the surface and begin to break apart the road leaving gashes in the surface. The wounds travel deeper until they inhibit all travel.

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Finding Strength

December 13, 2011

Sunlight came through my window today, Perched on my nightstand And waited for me to wake. She would not join me in my dreams. She stays in the daytime Where she finds herself safe. She doesn’t journey to night Where dreams are made of nonsense.   She woke me with a gentle kiss, For it […]

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He Calls Love

December 9, 2011

For a first step out from the broken world, bandaged with sterile walls, healed from death. A solitary decision. Placed my hands, hesitant, one on his back and one on his chest. Bracing him. Bracing me. Walk him step by step in shoes without laces Favorite comfort short now name tagged into the chill of […]

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December 6, 2011

My ancestry can not be found in the annals of genealogy of the blood flow of birth.   My birth canal was not the engorged, taught flesh of woman conceived with man.   I was conceived when Sylvia Plath stood up from the white grave on the page and breathed the syllables of life into […]

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What You Did Not Say

December 2, 2011

In the intonations of your breath I can hear the expectation of love and travel on its rhythm across the thousands of minutes that separate us.             A worldly couple.             A couple breaking rules,             tearing down barriers,             and dancing the dance of intimate conversation –        a play to those who mock us. […]

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Biography at Twelve

November 29, 2011

A boiling prairie land beneath a canopy of dust and heat   rises on an August afternoon. A twelfth year veteran of life,   skin rubbed raw with Oklahoma’s red dirt   feverishly attempts to read herself from the outside in.   Dyeing applies history like a Cherokee’s tears.

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The Struggle

November 13, 2011

She ended up; now holds a yearly festival of moving. Priority is to keep the path across a town where bodies of water are spaces like elevators.   The object of the game is to keep juggling in confined days.   A small child and a crate of pomegranates. A woman in Salzburg pushing away pedestrians. […]

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November 3, 2011

I am a writer. I write because I feel compelled to write. I write because the lines and phrases put themselves together inside my mind and beg to be released. If I did not write, my brain might explode.               I write because there are hundreds of people trapped inside me. It is unfair of me to keep […]

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A Warning

October 28, 2011

We are the Immortalizers- a group of ordinary people not entirely unlike super heroes. Chaucer, our founding father, the purveyor of the principle of wordy revenge. We leap small minds in a single verse and with the slightest twitch of a pen can turn Miss Manners into Heidi Fleiss. Beware. We are poets. Don’t tell us your […]

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