Poetry

The Dissection

by on Sep 1, 2015 in Poetry | 2 comments

We won the war Against the invaders. By accident, of course. Now several million carcasses Of the mile-long alien jellyfish Lie scattered all over the world. Scientists flocked to study them, Setting up camps around The perimeter of the creatures’ bodies. We discovered their luminous shells Could turn hard...

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Dysmorphia

by on Sep 1, 2015 in Poetry | 0 comments

I’m sick. They say I am but mirrors are loud, catcalling at every turn I have to look. When did I become a whale? My reflection breaches out of the river of bodies on the sidewalk; I hurtle into the air and slap into the sun. It’s wonderful, but...

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Training: Endurance

by on Aug 4, 2015 in Poetry | 0 comments

In humid heat, up and down a low hill along a goat track, carrying shield and sword, sweating, ran King Xau, his guard Li at his side. Another town burnt. Nothing Xau could do. Stationed along the way, his other seven guards and twenty of his cavalrymen (horseless, standing...

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The Owl Child

by on Aug 4, 2015 in Poetry | 0 comments

Her dark eyes shine As skin slips off And feathers sprout like grass Familiar wings protrude for flight She dips and dives in darkness Her flesh, feet, and fingers Are claimed at first light She walks toward home With the taste of mice Still dancing on her tongue Jennifer...

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In the Day After the World Stopped Being

by on Aug 4, 2015 in Poetry | 0 comments

Bleached sky drapes over charred branches— her bare feet cut imprints in the ash layers. Echoes double back on each other until there’s only silence. She sorts through debris— chains of coal, frail blackened bones, slivers of teeth— always on the hunt for the lost pieces, the path. She’s...

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Monsters We Create, Woozles We Become

by on Aug 4, 2015 in Poetry | 0 comments

I can still feel the heat from your hair, rough and brown like autumn grass against my cheek as I read to you, Pooh and Piglet Go Hunting And Nearly Catch a Woozle. You’re nearly asleep when I finish, your fever flush burnt into my skin. We bury you...

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