Category: Poetry

Transmission

Phone rings or it doesn’t ring Creditors, banks, “loss recovery” If only they’d help me with this grief Bumper-car belly growing all around me So thick no ...

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they danced with abandon on hot summer nights and set fire to their fears to keep warm in the cold and ended each day with a whispered “always” never ...

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she is mythical mystical borne of fire and gemstones she exudes energy and breathes life into me and weaves a complete cipher around me i worship her ...

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I often desired more with the impatient burning within the chest the shapeless dance of naive shadows being stripped of love and wish in the dusty single ...

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listen carefully as i clearly state my business i’m here today to confess my illicit intentions i admit it; my heart’s been compromised my unwavering ...

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by Pamela Denchfield Because the child does not have the power to withhold consent, she does not have the power to grant it.--Judith Lewis ...

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The midnight coffee beans always remind me of her- the desk lamp the open laptop the half open window, the curtains dance softly in wind. I stare at the ...

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My fingers still search that little emptiness on midnight bed where once you slept with your Summer warmth. Now there lies the other part of me. ...

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Orange

In that orange afternoon I first saw you breathed you at that moment I knew you are the woman after the sleepless nights the scent of you made me love life ...

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