Category: Poetry
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I Want the Sunset That You Want
By Daniel Edward Moore but that doesn’t make me the pastoral police. At least, not over the acres of sky known for their fluffy feel-good frenzy. According to the ocean’s cold crashing hymns in the church of drown, no don’t, there’s little time left for the skin to burn like incense in the temple of…
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An Everyday Affair
Covered in the smoke from a BBQ – still pink on the inside he joked, his way to compensate for being over-prepared…
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Confession to Mom and Dad
Every liar has this one fantasy: casually telling you over breakfast one morning. Without looking up, you’d laugh and say you already knew. I’ve got two boyfriends, one I always lie to, and the other to whom I never tell the truth…
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Pure Fool
We had ham & Brie on our saltines, fortified wine. & even though we were ill met by the needling rain & springtime’s anarchic phlegm, it was a grand picnic…
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A Spell for Finding Lost Things
Theory: the ritual depends on what I’d want to find: (who was)…
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Sealing Wax
I have dripped wax on the ends of birds’ wings, melting what was solid with fever. They eat everything from last year yet stay hungry…
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jesus billboard
come & take off your face. my o my you could be a good telephone…
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Greed Greed Greed
In Covington, I smell the honeysuckle smeared across the hills: impenetrable yellow mocking the warblers as they guzzle mealworms…