Short and Sweet

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Monday, July 30, 2007

Love Song: My first acrostic poem

Little enough has been said Of those left standing when the Vulture that is love would have Eaten the very valves of our hearts. Survivors, we are, and though Our wounded memories bleat and Neigh, we silence them, hush, and Go again in search of blissful touch. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 28, 2007

Did I tell you I'm Italian?

On nights that are deep and calm and starry, I like to feast on calamari. On nights when the ocean starts to boil, I drench myself in olive oil. And when the moon is full I guzzle wine— I sing the skies, I praise the brine. *For those of you who are amateur astrologers, I'm a cancer, a water sign. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Feelin' free

I feel about as free today as Huckleberry Finn If my stomach gets to growlin' gonna steal another hen If my feet start gettin' restless gonna take off on a raft Gonna down to the water, take the riverboat's path Sign in to see full entry.

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Wine-drunk and moonstruck

Toast Over in the corner is a jar of wine, pressed clean and pure from the sweetest wine. Bring the cool draught forth—and bring cups of clay. We'll toast to the end of a hot summer's day. Full moonstruck The moon is nearly round tonight. I'm looking for a lover and I'm looking for a fight. When the... Sign in to see full entry.

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A short and sweet by Percy Bysshe Shelley

While my bored and tired mind re-boots, here is a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley as fresh as morning dew. What an interesting structure this has! Every third line—with its non-euphonious rhyme choice and short and jarring finality—forces you to follow Shelly's emphases. Dear Jane The keen stars were... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 23, 2007

Bound

the sun twines its golden vines around your heart, and over mine Sign in to see full entry.

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Naysayer

Don't you fret— no, don't you play that damn guitar. You ain't never gonna be no big-time country/western star Sign in to see full entry.

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My sister and I

We picked two shells up off the beach and placed them near our beds. They tell us several stories each, at night, while we rest our heads. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Globe

I'm in a plastic bubble and it's snowing plastic flakes. I'm sifting through the rubble every time you give me a shake. Sign in to see full entry.

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Angry

I'm a f---ed up, f--cked over slave to rage. I read self-help books and rip out every page. *I found this while cleaning out my room at my parents' house, where I lived for 9 months after becoming separated from my ex. Something tells me I wasn't in the best headspace when I wrote it. Sign in to see full entry.

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