Poetry Archives - Page 9 of 13

You want to hold her. You want her to disappear. This is how you feel…

Olga-Helga, I value your stuff. With my odalisque curves, my delirious cockatiel heart Be aware:…

She watches me, her transparent face reflecting in panes of glass, echoing in gas…

the water is deafness pulling a …

She said to me the word is sacred; in the beginning, there was el verbo.…

Water My Heart with a Jonquil Translated by Krystelle Bamford So you think it’s…

after Night of the Living Dead (1968), 1:34:35, directed by George A. Romero and…

:::: Tell her Tuesdays are good days —I…

We grab the bags, half filled, again. Let the shame we own shade us…

It would have been better if we both had guns / if it had…