poetry

Early Morning Victims

Reading Time: < 1 minute Winter light shocks like a crime scene,Stabbing in from the side at a diagonal,Slashing through trees with harsh, yellowed beams. Backdrops become hazy with the blue-gray of old animated cels.Frazzled Cyprus march along the lane,Pushing ahead of distant oak skeletons dimmed by the fogWhile indigo redwoods look back across the valley atThe paintbrush blots of Read more

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Suicide Sestina

Reading Time: 2 minutes “Dying / is an art, like everything else. / I do it exceptionally well.” – Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus” “And four black feet deep with/ Summer’s rotting rooks/ like Thomas Head’s and my time’s/ Unlamented, springless, passed.” – Assia Guttman Wevill, “Winter-End, Hertfordshire” (quoted in Guardian Unlimited. Saturday April 10, 1999) When we first met Read more

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Death of the Author

Reading Time: < 1 minute I’ll write my life into a book,Conveying every blood drop,Each of a thousand sliver deaths,Until its heart beats against its spine. You’ll grip & smudge & bend my pages,Misconstrue every breath and word,As sure as paper turns to ash,As sure as ink will fade.

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