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Of Trenches and Stones

This poem needs some serious work — Of Trenches and Stones Believing him is the easy part when love begins to taste like blood and water. Metaphor- ically: she wastes away on a cloud of opium and small metallic wings. You can taste the flour in the bread – smell the pecans where there are… Read More Of Trenches and Stones

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Reading Diane Seuss

Don’t say Paris No one says Paris anymore. There’s no such thing as Paris, no Café de la Paix, no Titian’s Entombment in t he Louvre or Hotel La Sanguine with amaranth petals on the sheets. Don’t say Paris. When you utter the word I take off my long red gloves. I prepare my hands… Read More Reading Diane Seuss

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While Christ Was Walking Upside-Down on the Other Side of the Earth

1. You were ill that winter. The flowers in your windowsill caught the flu, their red petals turned yellow against the snow. You remember those. You remember the way their scent changed from rose to lavender. 2. And when Christ learned to walk, you weren’t surprised. You thought he was another human being who would… Read More While Christ Was Walking Upside-Down on the Other Side of the Earth

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Slumber as a Frog at the Bottom of a Lake

I slept in a shape that suggested sitting as though sitting in a chair all day were not enough. You sleep in this chair, too, dreaming of reflected hen houses and sheep that count backwards, dreaming on their heads in a way that suggests cow-tipping cannot take place.

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The Day I Forgot It Was Raining

My body existential Your hair an uprising of thorns When wind is nothing more than broken tumbleweed the crows stitching the air sewing up the holes in the Ozone layer Your mind is separate Your leaves are burning a house of mirrors that face the earth and deepen your basement where you dream of frogs

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Circus

1. I cut my thumb open on a knife and it believed it was sleeping – the skin puckered like the mouth of a fish. The blood was like a horse narrowing herself through a fence, through a canal into another city. 2. Tomorrow, she said, tomorrow – pointing at a pair of air balloons… Read More Circus

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