Category: Poetry

Hallucinations Brought on by Inclement Weather

This township is buried in a fogged stupor, houses stair-stepped up and down wet paved streets. A township of hills that This Son and That Son ride their bicycles through, rampant with slick tires...

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I WAS NOT EVEN BORN WHEN YOU TURNED ME INTO A BABY

I was a little glob of lush circumstance. You dressed me up in snow and holy emergency. I pointed at a record player and called it my father. I pointed at a harbor and called it my mother. But you...

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I WAS NOT EVEN BORN WHEN YOUR FACE WAS LOOKING AT MINE

Here comes our conversation about ponies. Here comes you wielding the treatise on non-human ways of having feelings. Then those feelings used to make decisions. I have just decided to take up...

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I WAS NOT EVEN BORN WHEN YOU STARTED PAYING GREAT ATTENTION

All of my insides have turned to lightning. My heart is a telephone. It is ringing music from the future all the time! It is making international calls in the middle of the night. You say I have big...

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Altitude Sickness

It’s the difference between sinking and falling. The ocean floor lives on what sinks, but the fish that never naturally crest the surface could not even imagine falling, could not conceive of...

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Letters to my Daughters

Poetry Gary Jackson

...Every plum has a past.

When you puncture the skin, you don’t think

of where it’s been, but how it tastes....

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what happens when you watch jaws backwards

Poetry Sasha Fletcher

Outside the window

the freeway threw up enough cars

that they had to open a parking lot. People died

by the truckload...

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i shoot horses

Poetry Sasha Fletcher

I shoot horses. Or, I have.

I have shot horses. I have stood on a hill

and written you a long and involved letter

regarding my feelings....

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Dreamhorse

Poetry Josh Fomon

You wrinkle in this palace you will curdle

this pony as it molds to my face. My love

shrieks from postured sculpture. This space

is elegant with...

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To find a priceless home

Poetry Josh Fomon

You sift through hours

of tongues you find a ring

to echo and binding

an eye strewn on your wrist...

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