Month: July 2022
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embodied
head lice knitand crawl across worried crown,bowing fattened tick sticksto tender lid,leechedfor what eyes without color can see stained front teeth stand guard,jutted and yellowfrom words not permittedpast 28 cellsof prison-smiles a tiny heart murmurs,a tiny breathless holelove and sadness growfrom buried garden ditch, green indignant mole breaks irregular linestitch-break-gapestitchbreakgapenavel football scar lives 10,000 tales…
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the queen of hearts
the house had a smellas all houses and grandmothers doand it lived in her memoryas only particular smells and foster mothers mightsometimes the sunshine of a july heatwould bring the smell of that house to the forefront of her mindlike a new york city doorman in a hurricane. the house itself was simple, smallthe kind…
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(early) pandemic things
1st grade is canceled today, forever.face masks & coverings, how civilized.make-your-own, like this, with handkerchief & rubber bandswashable, disposable, worn inside, worn outside, 3 layers of litter.safer-at-home, two weeks tops, by easter sounds nice, delusional.lines for food, wait 6ft. apart, what will there be left?lines for food boxes 20 miles long, i’ll take what you…
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the vinyasa
inhale mountaintop soars from gnarled feet,tadasana.less tada! more { A S A N A } exhale bound-toed ballerina leaps fromtree-lined train-tracked tight-rope,uttanasanaexactly as she sounds, only better. inhale place handsexhale step beyond,adho mukha svanasanawhat did she just say? ‘adho mukha svanasana’ahh okay, g’bless you. inhale, you saw it coming,more trouble than she’s worth-chaturanga dandasanalets plank…
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where the ice pops take us
to yesterdays pool water, cloudy & scoopedon todays peachy-parched begonias, dead heads too.last nights grill for two, scratched clean, orangey grease disposed.a child’s game of hide-and-seek, after another round of dino jungle,it’s your turn wavy.chalk drawn roads for tiny toy cars,bubbles blown by baby’s breath, dance, delight, float on.hawks squawk and birds call loud, the…
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dog
1.the truth is, my love affair with words existed even before i did, or at least it feels that way at times; a generous gift of agony and ecstasy bestowed upon me by another realm entirely.it will take the totality of my life to account for and unwrap each hidden morsel and gem: why don’t…
santos scribes 