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literary poems poetry writing

How I remember you

Memory is always blurry,
but I recall your eyes
as being a lake by Monet
and your lips as the waves
washing over the shore

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literary poetry snippets writing

Two possibilities

In this dawn lives
the possibility
of a near-yesterday
and a would-be tomorrow.
This is the sky that starts it all

My lust dream of you
is a broken record
I would never want fixed.
It plays every morning,
repeated one way and then the next.

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observations poetry snippets writing

Gypsy

Ann-Margret-feminine
the sacred goddess within
you are only half-covered in
boho clothes that expose
your collar bone,
cleavage 
and pelvic bones
No makeup, but a choker
with moonstone,
an ankh ring on your toe
and other body adornments,
fine pencil-stroke
hair spun like mulga silk
scented with musk

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character study literary observations poems poetry writing

Poetry slam crush

Couldn’t tear eyes
from cute-faced chick
with flower-print
summer dress, adorable
feet & metallic gold
open-toe jellies
w/bow @ poetry slam
posing daunting distraction
from 2nd row as poets
poured their lives into
rhythms and rhymes.

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haiku literary poetry writing

6th & Fremont

At the corner of 6th and Fremont Street,
intense waves of heat,
the smell of kitchen grease.

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literary observations poetry snippets writing

A vacancy & other notes

woman with black fedora
and film noir face

the sky looks
half decidedly
at me

she announced
a vacancy
in her heart

sex a recurring
theme in my poetry

idiomatic
pleonasm
syntactic
pleonastic

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literary personal poetry visual poetry writing

Visual poetry brainstorming

 

I’ve been trying to figure out ways to merge visual art and poetry, so I did some experimenting in my studio today.

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literary observations poetry snippets writing

That place & other bits pieces

I’ll take you to that place —
you go there in dreams

girl decides on
modified macchiato
after much debate
with genial barista

the job descriptions lengthy,
innumerable lifetimes’
worth of duties

clouds in windows
like picture frames
whose subjects
were dreams

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literary narrative poems poetry writing

Shoe fetish

These shoes
I chose to wear —
is that the reason
why you stare?
You must imagine
my body bare.
You’re probably
picturing my feet
up in the air.
And me going all
like, “Oooh, yeah.”
Tell me, truth or dare?