Tag Archives: Poetry

SLAMMED

Posted on June 30, 2019 by

SLAMMED I was slammed by a gang of poets Stressed Alliterated Obliterated Anagrams flew Nine thumps- punishments As Virgil kept time to the beat poetry I was tortured by metaphors Beaten like a dead horse The sagas of palindromes The … Continue reading →

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HAG

Posted on December 8, 2018 by

Your love was a phantom hag suffocating me with its weight I couldn’t move or scream I was paralyzed Your love was a shadowy figure lurking in the corners watching moaning rattling my chains I exorcised you Now you haunt … Continue reading →

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Posted on September 14, 2018 by

HOW TO FIX A BROKEN HEART. I know you’ll deny it but I watched you knock it off its pedestal Now my heart lay in pieces on the ground I’m not shocked to find yours intact a scuff mark maybe … Continue reading →

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CEMETERY LIFE

Posted on August 25, 2018 by

CEMETERY LIFE I live my life in cemeteries names and dates- cold grave stone A wilted rose, a ribbon fades Here I kneel on my own I live my life in cemeteries candles burn and shadows thrown Pinwheels spinning in … Continue reading →

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SCENT MEMORY

Posted on August 4, 2018 by

SCENT MEMORY The scent of sweet peas through an open window or when I put cocoa butter on A watercolor sunset in the summer on a beach at Rincon A dozen red and yellow roses because I’m your lover and … Continue reading →

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SHE IS GRAY

Posted on July 28, 2018 by

SHE IS GRAY She was always monotone gray slate gainsboro When she is near I feel the need of a shawl My vibrant colors startle her So she retreats She has asked me to hide my reds my greens my … Continue reading →

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SHARDS

Posted on July 9, 2018 by

Love, 20 years long, waning. Love, golden rings wearing thin. “A whore in the sheets.” that’s what he said he wanted. He’d spit and say, “But you’re too Catholic.” He made love to mirrors like Narcissi Bathroom mirrors, vanity mirrors, … Continue reading →

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