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What if I told you that the way your mother smiles at your father across the dinner table reminds her of the way her daddy looked at her when she got an A on her report card and that was the only reason she ever said “I do”... - Poetry > Free VerseI once told you that my favorite place in the entire house was the bathtub, half empty, and lukewarm. You told me that your mother drowned when you were seven....
- Poetry > Free VerseEvery morning when I wake up I’m surprised to find that my arms have not mysteriously morphed into leaves overnight and that my legs are still just bone encased in too much flesh. You are what you eat and I’ve been downing flower blossoms for quite sometime now but so fa...
- Poetry > Free VerseAt 12, my mother told me that going to sleep with make up still on would take two weeks off your life. I know she meant that I would wrinkle prematurely and look like my grandmother in my senior pictures but I still don’t wash my face before I get into bed. By my estimati...
- Poetry > Free VerseI worry that one day I’ll wake up, roll over, and see that you have sunken so far into the mattress that you have disappeared, leaving only the imprint of your head on your pillow and the lingering scent of loss. I want to be a part of you while there’s still somet...
- Poetry > Free VerseAnd here it comes again, that old-time movie sadness. Silence and the clatter of a film reel throw you into a consciousness that the monochrome screen robbed you of during the second feature. Even a mouthful of room-temperature popcorn with a buttery oil from a seed from an island you have ...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe fall and rise and rise and fall of the ocean has not so obviously put this not so youthful man to sleep. Did it force him to remember the last vacation he took with his family, the summer before everything went sour? Or maybe how he felt when his mother, a faceless mass of finger waves and ...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe fall and rise and rise and fall of the ocean has not so obviously put this not so youthful man to sleep. Did it force him to remember the last vacation he took with his family, the summer before everything went sour? Or maybe how he felt when his mother, a faceless mass of finger waves and ...
