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The Lecturer

You collected our eyelashes in jars Hoarding our stolen wishes for yourself Starving like birds, mouths opened wide were ours You fed us your doctrine, first book...

Intricate Language

This is not a poem. This is my acknowledgement that a problem exists within our language. This problem doesn’t appear to me because I have sisters, nieces, or a...

Free

Your fingertips trace the line of my spine and I shiver with an unexplainable,...

Desire

So that’s what it feels like to completely stop . . . And think for just...

A Palliative Remedy

I am all for living wild while you are young, A care free lifestyle, every day...

Swimming Lessons

I do not know how to put the happy back in my head how to stop the...

Here Lies Caesar and His Men: Worshipped, Lost, Magnificent, Doomed; Homesick but not Forgotten

All this happened both forever ago and about a half a second since, in a...

Empty Ovens

The smell of ash and winter clung to her stockings like the babies her husband...

Red Bullet

She was a flame. The hot red poker was always cracking down on my fingers as I...

Pretending

I bring my wine glass to my lips, letting the bouquet of it introduce itself to...