Tartan Poetry
Consortium
January 4, 2016The leaves are as red as rosary. I look as though you were moving your hand in your hair like a child absently at an abacus. Some trees trace themselves above us, drifting their arms into each other with their fists blown open to touch. We are at the margin of the forest beside the sea. I think the days are performed in full, meeting us where we are, each…
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Nebula III
January 4, 2016We lie in each other’s arms. Love stained sheets around us whorled, like a galaxy seen from a distant eye. The searing heat from your skin pours into mine each cell burning, like a microscopic star —a furnace of life.…
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Atlantis and You
January 4, 2016You are not the sea to me anymore. You are a tsunami, and I, an island. You kiss my shores gently, and then all at once. Your hands curve around this green body, your eyelids line the waters that our…
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January 4, 2016It’s the most mundane task To wait your turn Shuffle your feet to the front of the line You step aboard Tap in and slowly look around As someone once infamously said Which seat should I take? But there’s nothing…
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Blason for a Stranger
January 4, 2016your mirror lips extend my own riddles i mouth you deftly decode and sweetly spit back into me key swap gold your seaweed hair captures sight locks bait and hook and fasten light and strands corral in pulsing sea net…
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Here
January 4, 2016I’m sitting here {on this thorny chair} reading Neruda and Bukowski, actually no, I’m not reading {I tried and got tired of it} but I am listening to Lana Del Rey, to her dripping voice {so wet, so embellished} while…
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Run River
January 4, 2016Run is agile, moves earth, strides capture the length of land follow expansive pace; spirals into pools of crystal transparent hair string shape together, into light mass granules of fluid enter extremities, she screams rapid with mist, and fuses with…
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#22
September 9, 2015It becomes much easier once you accept the fact that, things fall apart. and we are all just things.
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Vondel Park
September 8, 2015Did you know? As you dreamed your dreamless sleep Within that temporal existence You were with me at Vondel Park You stowed away on the back of some scent-filled freesias It was just when I thought of missing you That…
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