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PoetrySara
Sara’s real father, while drunk on wine & ebony thighs, jumped ship in the Mediterranean during the winter of ’54 & started a second…
PoetryHips like there’s no water near
In class I sat with a Loreley with goldenes hair. At five she told K.: "Our sandbox is full of witches' teeth." K. talks…
PoetryMY MOM’S BOYFRIENDS
one had stringy long hair he drove with bare feet and once came over to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory he laid on…
PoetryI think of you, I shake
Listen I don't care if you're unreliable and obsessed the bad has to go somewhere I've dodgy perspective and since I virtue rescued again…
PoetryFor the Next 19 Children
I don’t want to be numb. Crying, screaming, pleading- for-their-barely-begun-lives little kids bleeding out, shot to death in supposed safe places where they go…
PoetryWhen We Were Poets
Last time you arrived at the airport I came drunk to pick you up fringed jacket ripped jeans biker boots some beat this time please…
Contributor Blogs, Poetry10 TIPS FOR WRITING POETRY
* Be an asshole (they're interesting). * Spill a drink on the page. * Eat shit for breakfast. Write about it by dinner. *…
Poetryhis nails trimmed short
he said no fisting friday gotta keep that pussy in top shape— long weekend ahead baby girl middle of the night again at dawn…
PoetryIf you let me I’ll change my room into woods
He helps me to pronounce Anne Hedge and calls me kid—that old Casablanca dream. He has a lot of women who love him: his…
PoetryDesiderata
All night while the rain fell you turned the words over in silence The wet grass did not know your brother was asleep across…
