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- Poetry > Free Verse
the ceiling is too lonely to swim through now. do you see that crack? i never have been able to pull my whispers away from it. i pour when i try to sweep what is strange underneath the rug. i pour when i see your books in my forest – when did i go to school for missing strange frien... - Poetry > Free Verselast night, my house was so quiet that i could hear the echo of each static in the small freckles of my earlobes, and the fears my mother and father and brother met once they had fled to a Dream World (better than a Disney World), and i felt abandoned at first, because they d...
- Poetry > Free VerseI. the car is not mine and the music is not mine and the wheel is not mine and the sweater is not mine but i keep the departures and stowed into my back pocket is a drop of what i think is a good-bye although i can't be quite sure II. the suitcase doesn't know how to cry but the car kn...
- Poetry > Free Verseangst-y poetry box placed outside of the hall or in front of the gossiping door or underneath the kitchen sink. and in the kitchen sink, crust piles on plates, and plates waitwaitwait, because they’ve been soaking for 10 years, while i’ve been looking at ...
- Poetry > Free VerseLying atop mossy hearts with you, looking into your quartered eyes, I could swear that the trees are dancing, swear that the river is demanding, that your skin is freckled with fickle gold. And drifting down your bloody stream, sweater limbs coating my cracked hermit shell, I th...
- Poetry > Free Versei watch the miles between Athens and Paris the way i watch the Sharpie stains I once left on your sweater. they make me think of how i once drank out of your pores, once felt the Tulip satin of your skin underneath the Daisy cloth of mine. we talked of adulthood stories then, o...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou shed transcendentalist tears. “Come with me, let’s go swimming in… Walden Pond. Let’s pretend we’re Thoreau, and let’s pretend we don’t know anybody. We don’t need to bring anything, no preparation involved.” With you, I would go anywhere, use our thoughts as blankets...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou’re caught in between stained windows and golden universes and I’d throw you a dream, but when I was six I twirled in the outfield, my fingers running across fences instead of bases, splinters penetrating my skin, red metal jungle gyms sticking to my tongue for the first time....
- Poetry > Free Versewe drove in a rickety car whose headlights had seen too much and whose hood had smelled too little. we drove past fairytale homes that tasted like… the love we tried so hard to turn into our autobiographies. we drove through highways trying to find their way home, and across veiny m...
- Poetry > Free Versemaybe it’s something in the echoes of verses resounding from your car stereo. or maybe it’s that this isn’t really your car, and the only people i know now are strangers. but for some reason, i can feel quarters and dimes in my throat (more than anything you've ever give...
- Poetry > Free VerseI. The Past Pools of time muddle your eyes. … Remember when… We slept underneath Jason’s Golden Fleece, and you asked me if I was cold when I shivered? I said yes, but really I was just hungry for your kisses, because I’d always loved the taste of… winter Homar...
- Poetry > Free VerseStone walls make loving mothers of my quiet thoughts, quiet because walls are shy and afraid of meeting new people. My quiet thoughts have inherited their mother’s traits, the ones that sprout from the sky, peeping their heads out of crinkling tinfoil moons made by children with bare han...
- Fiction > RomanceI tell myself not to look for you---it’s a foolish, pointless, futile thing to do. After all, my eyes never have stopped searching for you. They were born with a purpose: to find you, to seek you out, to pluck you up from the middle of a messy crowd; you are an apple, and I am on the lookout for t...
- Poetry > Free Verse1. summer there you danced twirling spinning winning winning My Heart and spitting on My Soul. but i cradled you when you were cold after swimming, i saved you when you almost drowned in our lake, and i made you mine i thought you made me yours i knew 2. fall you were n...
- Poetry > Free VerseWe spent our summers in Maine: you to write books of poetry, me to swim in the Atlantic. Sometimes, you joined me in the ocean, and we would splash each other with our tears, watching as they disappeared into the sea. They were tears we shed because we no longer wanted to see the world. An...
- Poetry > Free VerseYour voice harshly scratches against the sky when you speak, and I can hear an echo of heartbreak in the heavy breaths you steal. Shudders make sporadic visits, and tears make rude, unpleasant guests. Yet, I can’t help but think that… Your body would look nice wrapped around mine—- a war...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere is a blanket atop my pillow, tucked into my sleeping arms. If you look at it closely, you can see particles of my tears glistening on it. Sometimes, you can see sorrow threaded through it—- crooked lines of sorrow that look like my shivering veins. My blood zig-zags across it too… ...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou’re still sitting in your apartment. The pink paint on your walls has finally dried. You’re waiting for us. We are coming. The wind gives you my words. I am coming and I never left. Stuffed animals line the back of the couch. My finest company, you once told us. And then: Except ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI am putting the dishes in the kitchen away. It is amazing how much we can control. I am holding a knife. In one swift movement, I could chop off my hair. In two swift movements, I could let you see the secrets and tears and salty wounds and memories tucked inside both of my wrists. I could… Di...
- Poetry > Free VerseWe’re trying to run in the rain, and small, pink droplets are landing atop our frosty, icy, freezing tongues. If I was brave, I could lick your soaking, crystallized hair. If I was brave, I would smell your honeydew eyes, ripe with secrets now lost in small gusts of wind and anonymous sk...
- Poetry > Free VerseI am only able to connect with people through music, which, when I think about it, is completely impractical, almost as impractical as learning how to skate in springtime holding a teddy bear when you have nothing to lose, drinking milk when you don’t want to be young again. Come to think ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI wish I could be good at something the way the girl plastered to the kitchen counter is. She is peering out from a magazine cover that is sitting next to a coffee mug full of forged, milky love and a glass full of lost, juicy mistakes. Her smile can make us forget all about sorrows lacking m...
- Poetry > Song LyricsVerse 1: We are running after freezing sidewalks, and I watch the streetlights flicker for you. Snow buries time here; we are both lost clocks, with our lives gone miserably askew. Verse 2: Your numb eyes shed tears of New York’s glory, while mine shed mocking secrets and cold fears. ...
- Fiction > All FictionTonight is the night when I will finally sleep in the bathtub. I will fill it to the brim, and immerse my entire body into its murky water. I will leave my eyes open, and the bathroom will look more translucent than it ever has before. The tiles of the walls will sway and move and dance and the lamp...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe weather has never looked better than where you are right now, standing tall on your perch--- a floating table in the middle of a sweet honey dew lightning bolt--- singing to a fine-looking British pelican, who has never looked finer than where you are today. In other words…. I like your...
