January 2012
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Bop: Haunting by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon
In the evening she comes, her same unsatisfied self, with the hard, smug look of salvation. Mama, stop bothering me. When we argue, she says what you’re saying is not scriptural. You need to get back in your Bible.
In one dream, I slap her. I’m tired of her mouth.
I hate to see the evening Sun go down
Brief reflection on killing the Christmas Carp by...
You take a kitchen-mallet and a knife and hit the right spot, so it doesn’t jerk, for jerking means only complications and reduces profit.
And the watchers already narrow their eyes, already admire the dexterity, already reach for their purses. And paper is ready for wrapping it up. And smoke rises from chimneys. And Christmas peers from windows, creeps along the ground and splashes...
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4 bee poems by poncho peligroso
bee poem 1
i am a bee, so i am too small and too weak to pick flowers and bring you them, but i will fly until i find flowers and when i find the flowers i will fly back to you in a perfectly straight line and then i will land and dance for you a little wiggle dance contained in this dance will be information about the location of the flowers so that you can go get them and appreciate them, the...
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From the Lil Wayne Letters by Lauren Ireland
JULY 14 2010
Hey. I hate it when my hands smell like pennies. Do you think we’re too sad for each other? Last night I dreamed the richness of gasoline, ropes of hair, canvas, that dead bird. I mean almost everyone is lonely. Almost no one’s amazing. I know—how about we ride into a time that hasn’t been invented yet. Then we’ll invent music.
JULY 18 2010
You know that things become...
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“I feel the dead in the cold of violets
And that great vagueness of the moon.
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– Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, from “I Feel the Dead” (trans. by Ruth Fainlight)
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Seven Happy Endings by Li-Young Lee
Love, Love, Love, where are we now? Where did we begin? I think
one of us wanted to name this, wanted to call it something! Shadows on the Garden Wall. A Man Rowing Alone Out to Sea. A Song in Search of a Singer.
I think that was me, I wanted to call it something. And you? You were happy with a room, two rooms, and a door to divide them. And daylight on either side of the door. Borrowed music...
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meditation on life and nature by zachary whalen
i like breathing
taking big breaths
it feels pretty good
i also like when the wind blows
making my hair look all cool
guess i’m really into like wind and air
stuff like that
i wonder what it’s like to get old
probably it’s bad but like
do people care as much
like about what you do / how you behave
seems like people wouldn’t care
about having goals or being...
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Poemkemon #1 by Kim Calder
Its fire is put out when it sleeps. The fire burns weakly when it feels sick. Its fire never goes out. Because it is very proud. It hates accepting food from people. A poor walker, it often falls down. It doesn’t like to be taken care of. It lives alone, away from others. Apparently, every one of them believes it is the most important. It lives a solitary life. Its cries are very strident....
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John Wayne's Perfumes by Wayne Koestenbaum
In Cast a Giant Shadow, John Wayne wore Claiborne Sport; in Flame of the Barbary Coast, Femme; Dakota, Diorissimo.
In The Undefeated, John Wayne wore Unzipped; in Overland Stage Raiders, Opium; Stagecoach, Snuff.
In The Alamo, John Wayne wore Anais Anais; in Jet Pilot, Joop Nuit d’Ete; Chisum, Charlie.
In Barbarian and the Geisha, John Wayne wore Baby Doll; in Wake of...