Poetry

The Galatea

by on Jan 27, 2017 in Poetry | 0 comments

You invented me, my maker— built me out of clockworks and gears, the Eve of my kind, the first metal foot on the Earth. A marvel, a myth come to life. I reread your manuals, your notes, graph paper brittle between bronze fingertips. They make sense to me; their logic sings through my...

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Wormhole

by on Jan 23, 2017 in Poetry | 0 comments

I’ve almost lapped the light, nearly rounded the corner from one day to the next. Edges are always difficult: lines between here, there; then, now; together, alone. In the empty gap, whiteout fog forms. It doesn’t creep. It doesn’t bother me to be far out of touch. Devices meant...

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Disobedient

by on Jan 13, 2017 in Poetry | 2 comments

Yes. I ran away. I didn’t bring her in. I’m sorry, General. But before you have them run me through, Just let me explain. I’m not a real good talker. Not like your silver-tongued senators, Or some Greek philosopher. I’m just a Centurion. An old soldier. But I had...

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On the Edge of Stone-Mountain

by on Jan 4, 2017 in Poetry | 0 comments

pyrus communis If cultivated to sweeten their tongue, they grow us staked or caged, hairless twigs and leaves, starred and starved core, lengthening and ripening fruit proof we would become whatever they required. If our skin split with abscess, dripped juice or grit, they pinched, pain...

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The Familiar

by on Dec 16, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Choosing a feline form, gray tabby. Demon spirit seeps into sinew, Commandeering the warm flesh. Now, I may move among you … Sucking the creamy breath, From the infant’s fresh-formed lungs, Grinning as the baby boy gasps his last. Marking the maiden, the virgin, the bride, Powerful piss...

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How to Know If Your House is Haunted and What to Do

by on Dec 9, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

I. Do doors open by themselves? Drawers? Closets? Is it autumn, and are the leaves spiraling outside in tiny twisters? Remember, wind can often move heavy objects like wooden doors or picture frames or empty caskets left in the parlor. If it’s not the wind, leave the door unlocked. Get...

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