Tag Archives: #NaPoWriMo

My Left Eye (4/13/13)

My left eye is swelling Like a torpedo From keeping secrets. They’re escaping Despite my reluctance To create And talk. My left eye is reddened Sore and hot Stories are collecting like tears I rub my eye Hoping for release. … Continue reading

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I Could Be Afraid

The end of the day beginning of the night, I’m afraid of so much I can hardly start, Storms and Savak and deep wells, The CIA and cliffs and talking, Small dogs and rubber bands and questions, The government and … Continue reading

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There is No You There (4/11/2013)

As Gertrude said, There is no there there. As I say, There is no you there, There is no you, And I don’t know which you that I wish for, Or if there is any you at all that I … Continue reading

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My Love is an Animal (4/10/13)

My love, they are a chirping bird, A sparrow or a pigeon, And every single time we kiss, I swear I get religion. My love, they are a hedgehog dear, With spines so sharp and prickly, When we walk paw … Continue reading

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The Physicality of Sleep

I want. There is simplicity in the smooth slip of cotton along the length of my leg, My palm rubbing the fur of my country squire belly, The buttery smell of burning ceder. It is night, That perfect moment, Wakening … Continue reading

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