Monthly Archives: January 2015

The Best Days of My Life

The parties I wasn’t invited to, the boy who kissed me and then laughed about it to his friends, the time my period arrived early and stained my jeans in school, the jokes I never understood, the cool I never … Continue reading

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Insanity

Originally posted on Chimera Poetry:
{A re-post by request.} You sit out the days and nights in a room of metal bars trying to convince the world that they are the ones in prison while the strychnine and syrup pools…

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Machinery of Lost Memories ~

Machinery of Lost Memories ~   Where are the memories made that aren’t kept?  What fantastical machinery constructs them fashions from newly grown tendrils  or strands of a past time and place and stamps them; no longer needed,  displaced,  inferior… … Continue reading

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Rilke on What Winter Teaches Us about the Richness of Life and the Tenacity of the Human Spirit by Maria Popova

  Rilke on What Winter Teaches Us about the Richness of Life and the Tenacity of the Human Spirit by Maria Popova “What does living come down to but bringing about those changes in ourselves … which can free us … Continue reading

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Being Nice

Originally posted on Chimera Poetry:
I was raised in a house where we were all polite where we all loved each other all the time and nothing was ever wrong and nothing was ever said that wasn’t… nice My father…

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Poems of January

“The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, … Continue reading

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Words (re-post, from one year ago)

I am lost in words words words  as Hamlet spoke snared in lust and in love and a dreadful longing  I wish to be buried and consumed  burned as with Dylan’s rage I am overfed to the point of bursting … Continue reading

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