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Month: November 2016

the game

“That’s exactly what I said, my dear,” said she.

She permitted herself the little endearment now and then with an ironical inflection, as one fearful of being robbed might show a diamond pretending that it was paste. – E. Nesbit, The Incomplete Amorist, 1906

Continue reading the game

Posted on November 28, 2016December 6, 2016Categories 2016, poemsTags loveLeave a comment on the game

corners

there are certain places,
crossroads,
that are somehow haunted
by the memory
of you, though you’re not
even dead.

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Posted on November 15, 2016December 6, 2016Categories 2016, poemsTags ghosts, hate, ipodLeave a comment on corners

for whom the bell

when I was in my mid-30s, a man –
one with a degree
in how my lady bits
worked – explained to me
how my body
was only meant to make
so many homes
for the babies
that never arrived.

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Posted on November 8, 2016December 6, 2016Categories 2016, poemsTags nature, periods, womenLeave a comment on for whom the bell
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