We’d sprayed gold paint into paper bags and huffed the fumes. Detached from body, self a phosphorescent bubble ahover in some bright-colored world, somewhere askance from here. My boyfriend passed out. Sometimes, when one says love, she means A sour drink that tastes better than loneliness or the door that leads out … Continue reading
to her high school years and envies her blindness, her unclosing to everything, no hopes, no dreams, but like a dog, now now now and she could say she wasted those days, but she knows she could use some of that now –and in her college years, closing in, choosing this and that, getting opinions, … Continue reading
in the midst of a euphoric head massage I’m haunted by a vision of you; colours and patterns and lines that don’t connect, a plait of hair hanging over a shoulder as you stand underneath a bottle-brush in the garden of our apartment on the highway I can see a brass door handle and … Continue reading
Life is the art of drawing Without an eraser We all make mistakes But sometimes those mistakes Make us who we are Are you really living If you are always playing It safe? If you are always thinking What if? Life doesn’t stop when We stop drawing Life stops when we die. Continue reading
An intangible presence knocks at my window It’s obvious existence is unavoidable This being is causing havoc all across the plane Thump, thump, it must be rain Terrorized screams ring from a distance so near I wonder if this presence brought on that fear Bodies and Blankets float among the grass Pouring out of the … Continue reading
What do you do when something is running away from you? Do you let it go? Do you chase after it? I don’t know the right answer. Some people would say, “It just depends,” but I want the answer. The answer that solves every problem. An answer that banishes any further questions, an answer that … Continue reading
In “Orange Roses,” included in her 2013 book of the same title, Lucy Ives writes: “Reason is a language. In this sense it is no more or less perfect than any other language.” This statement about reason suggests that reason is merely an option, among many equal competitors; that there are methods other than reason … Continue reading
Douglas Kearney is either a madman or a genius, honestly. Douglas Kearney, an out-of-the-box poem master from California, came to perform recently at Coe College for an opening of his latest collaborative show, Them Loud-Ass Colored Silences, produced along with an electronic music artist from Haiti, Val Jeanty. Sitting (standing) in the back of the … Continue reading
My mama named me Tolerance But I named my tongue Silence The fleshy epoxy that holds these teeth tight Thick with regret I wanted to tell you, you see I was born in February But Silence was born when his shadow consumed Mine on the wall I was always so sick with fear But I … Continue reading
Please re-read your taser’s manual, since I am sure you did not intend for me to be nearly paralyzed. While it is an honor for me to have licked the sole of your boot, I regret my teeth were unable to remove the gum from your left heel. I know my current lack of response … Continue reading
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