no guarantees

there was a gun on the bedside table
out of bullets, out of reach
i opened my mouth to scream
but only purple/gold sparks flew out
i reached for my self
but she was gone
the pounding in my head said
“this is happening”
in time with his hips
and I threw up my dignity,
self-worth and a few other things
in the leaves
finally empty
divided but [...]

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Sitting Here

I bite my tongue till it bleeds
i want all the words out
but I don’t want to write them
sitting here makes me sick
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In the Barn

Hay, leather, dust, grain
and me–
carelessly confident
all the love in my heart
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Poetry Class.

So I’ve decided to hold my own poetry class on my blog. I’m going to take different exercises from different books and post poems that I’ve read that I find particularly inspiring, interesting or incredible for whatever reason and I’m going to discuss it all. If you want to participate, just read along [...]

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The Heap

smiles and nods
glide over a million words
rotting unwritten
unsaid . . .

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first love

he was the first to see my breasts
to touch them
the first to hold me naked, while I slept
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Hungry Eyes

hungry eyes . . .
scare the shit out of me
strangers staring
as I walk through the gym,
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shorts . . .

ugly stories fall out of my mouth
in the same tone I use to talk about the weather
he points it out, asks for more and
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Vitamin Carl

a lesser love might have caught a chill
fallen ill
as my past melted
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morning

up before the sun
moving mechanically through the darkness
still lost in thought
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take it back

you can take back what you give someone

of yourself

just leave

it all goes with you

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agitator

water fills the basin
i watch the agitator begin to rotate
slowly each towel is soaked
bit by bit
and
pulled under
as the agitator turns.
I am reminded.

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crochet : )

around and through
around and through
skip 1,
stitch 2
little bamboo hook
please cooperate
and a shirt from this string
my hands will create

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i want to write

I don’t want to clean

or eat

or go to work

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fall

fall
i am falling
again
like
the leaves in the street
the sun in the afternoon
the water level of the reservoir
falling inside
or maybe inside-out
of myself?
i feel I’ve been finally filling my skin
these past few months, but
just like every fall
i’m going somewhere
quiet
full of words
snapshots of a life
I sometimes can’t believe is mine . . .

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