Tag: Literature
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To Accede Into My Own Desires.
Of this night’s eye or insanity that was dissevered, A divine satire loomed of an Iliad one day, that was deemed as dithyrambic.
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the Psyche who should have been hit with an arrow at least once. (Draft).
We talked the Holocaust and the Ukraine on blood-hooks; Putin’s laughing, reversing time yet again. Inside his body: amnesia and via ferrata
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see you, see me.
I see you I hoard your threaded- mulling-overs; playing me into junction, screaming, sighing screaming, sighing
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Petition to Support Removal of Nesset’s Work From Poetry Magazine.
I want to acknowledge that the topics mentioned may be triggering. This is a content warning as the following information relates to a convicted pedophile and CSA.
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Memories, Never Mine.
I’m pissed at God, but tell me who has not been, and because I dream, my skull surfs in torrents
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Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss (after the sculpture in France).
psyche-reaped and kissed into a lushed womb where coiling into my lap, she lay
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don’t leave in limbo (Draft).
variegated in singes; touches of her neck and wrist, contused in no promises, only the sprawl of remembrance gets darker
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Letting Eve in (Draft).
My hero turned out to be a monster, it sinks further in my chest; frail leaves and empty words spill—spill
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Melpomene (Draft).
her lune, how precise and anticlastic as if each horror you provoked could somehow make me want you
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Solicitude (2nd Draft Version).
like abandoned memories, recalled by my mother like when my grandfather said “I’m going to kill you” while counting money
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it was home to me (Draft).
with no thread of flowers to plant your feet on, and into morning air at a hotel room remembering that’s what home felt like.