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November 24, 2019

Photo by Larm Rmah on Unsplash 

She comes / she goes

I love her,

ah, she comes as she goes

in soothing, playful waves

at first, a conch shell remains

with a siren song in her place.

I love her, ah,

yes, I love her.

Ah, she comes then she goes

with stronger tides y...

November 24, 2019

Albert Wolfe

Was is what we say when those we love are gone—such as, Albert Wolfe was a good man. He was born in the 1920s and rode the rails from east to west to east again through twenty-two states by the time he was sixteen, where he met hobos & hookers & his share o...

November 24, 2019

Photo by Soroush Zargar on Unsplash 

Envelopes 

It started with gaping mouths, thrusting tongues.

You gave touch like the world would end

tomorrow and all we’d remember after

was how you enveloped my body in desire.

Never enough scent to fill us.

We’d sniff each oth...

November 24, 2019

 Photo: "Faraway Near" by Kimberly Cunningham 

Growing

I

Every week I go to the grocery store and lust

for perennial bloomers. Eye pots of roses. I would give

them my home—glorious soil, and with a new-found love

and generosity, we could grow together.

The metaphor...

November 24, 2019

Photo by Jeffrey Wegrzyn on Unsplash

Thornfield Hall

My heart is Thornfield Hall

and I am your ashen governess,

ventricles pounding stronger

behind a ribcage of poverty

and literature written in cursive.

Your inherited hallways

blaze with an inferno

of secrets and mystery,

...

November 24, 2019

Photo by Camila Cordeiro on Unsplash

come

taste the wretched honey of my sins

wrench the last breath from

the poverty of my lungs

how many times have i been on my knees

praying for the next delicious theft?

see these hands

built this shrine so that you could worship

a come...

November 24, 2019

Photo: "Oxygen" by Lynne Schmidt

Healing

Anna breathes safely

in the low-lit break-out room.

Candles, scented rose and musk,

embrace her like a lover.

Feel free – to take time out

For the first time ever since

that time, you know, yes,

that one, only one of many

but the first th...

November 24, 2019

 Photo: "On A Back Road" by Lynne Schmidt

Tracing a Love Song

(Golden Shovel based on a line from "Empty Highway Home" James Fountain)

Charcoal clouds swell in an orange dawn sky. I

drive this regular, everyday route where I am

conscious of each pothole, each bump, each afr...

November 24, 2019

Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash

The Best Kind of Crabs

            for the sex store, and

                              

It’s the year I become she

who tells cus...

November 24, 2019

Photo by Sara Cervera on Unsplash  

ripe peaches  

last night i spent an eternity with my head in the lap

of a fine french boy and he was feeding me ripe

peaches from a terracotta dish the juice dribbling

down my chin and on to my bare chest when

sud...

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