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Deadbeat Deadlift

When I see you, I want to lift you. Hard body smooth under my rough hands, your cold accepting my heat, you make me (k)ne(a/e)d you. But your soul is heavy in my hands; I adjust my grip and strain... Continue Reading →

Jealous Hera

An attempt at writing in choliambic meter, a meter pioneered by Hipponax, falling in the genre of iambus poetry. Hope you enjoy! Jealous Hera Jealous Hera, stop punishing the blameless, For what you had has gone, forsaken you. Gods once bent... Continue Reading →

Love Remembered

He kissed her forehead, sweetly. I remember her. I remember her long, wavy hair, Soft against my nose as she pressed her forehead to my lips, Smooth skin warming my insides, Small hands laced together in the small of my... Continue Reading →

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Reservoir

Let's find out if I can write a third poem in under an hour to make up for not writing any over the weekend!   I came to the conclusion the other day (with some help) That I'm open about... Continue Reading →

Siren Song

~I haven't gone to bed yet, so it's still technically April 4th right?~   Let's step outside for a moment, you and I Feel that cool breeze on your skin, Those gentle drops shattering like ice on your upturned face... Continue Reading →

The Calm After the Storm

Hunched On a damp roof, I listen to the silence; A breeze ruffles the trees, An AC unit powers down; The silence is more complete   I drive my fist through the dry plaster With the raw power of my... Continue Reading →

What the hell, might as well

"What the hell, might as well" Were not the words I wanted to hear As you lean in Impossible beauty in slow motion Ringing my bell Again.   On the last night Before I leave this town indefinitely You are... Continue Reading →

Time Master Turtle

A turtle is single-minded. Carrying his house on his back, he need not even plan a route home. When presented with danger, he does not bother deciding whether to fight or flee, he simply retreats into his armor, and waits... Continue Reading →

The Phantom of the Mind

They're with me always, Scuttling around in the mezzanine of my mind. I know where they've been, But not where they are; Footprints in the patina, Puffs of dust in the rust, Denting, dimpling the ducts. Sometimes I hear them,... Continue Reading →

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